Chen Yi didn't even look at the headless corpse on the ground, he carried the head, still wide-eyed and full of disbelief, and walked away slowly.
The cold wind blew past, causing the head to sway slightly, intertwining eerily with the scene of Wa Village's wooden poles in the distance.
The bonfire crackled, reflecting off Chen Yi's cold face and the headless corpse on the snow, steaming with heat.
Mila Gray, Xigu, and the Naxi Tribe elder who had just finished praying were all frozen in place, unprepared for the sight before them.
The bloody head was stuck at the top of a tree branch, which Chen Yi raised high and planted firmly in the snow. The head faced the few people, frozen in the terror and confusion of its last moments, like a cruel flag.
Chen Yi pointed casually at Mila Gray and asked in Barbarian Language, "Are you interested in this woman?"
Jia Bale's head floated in the wind, bleeding, but he didn't answer, seeming to acquiesce.
