"Shanyuhai, what should I do next?" Wang Qi seemed a bit panicked.
Four corpses were lying haphazardly on the ground, blood pooled everywhere, the scent of blood relentlessly spreading.
These were the four hooligans who, under the direction of Gu Shanhai, Wang Qi had killed without drawing blood, and now a problem had followed.
That is, how to deal with the bodies.
Wang Qi was just a young lad, how could he have the ability to deal with such matters, to find a place to bury them?
But he'd need digging tools to do that, a shovel, a hoe, and the like, all made of iron, things he could not afford.
To dig by hand would mean he wouldn't finish even by dawn; did he think this was the Daoist Soldier World where at a minimum one is in the Qi Refinement Realm? Wang Qi was malnourished as it was, where would he get the energy for such labor?
