The five Corpse Transformation Talismans he had won from the lottery lay quietly in a corner of the Hundred Pouches Belt's space.
Yang Qi had never had a chance to use them, nor did he want to.
The best fate for such sinister things was to rot away in his "storage," never to see the light of day.
But last night, as he escorted Xiaoxu at the back of the group, he had seriously considered it for the first time.
'If I had gone into the mountains alone and run into scum like that—'
'I probably would have had to use a Corpse Transformation Talisman.'
It wasn't out of anger or bloodlust, but a calm, almost cruel, realization.
'Someone like that… their death would be no loss.'
And making someone like that "disappear completely" was undoubtedly the best way to avoid endless trouble down the line.
Of course, the thought only lingered for a moment before he suppressed it.
"Forget it."
