"We can talk this out..." Zhao Wugou couldn't help but take a half step back; although the upper half of his head had been blown off by the Alloy Fire Gun, the remaining half was still there, but it didn't pose too much of a problem for speaking.
"Don't worry, you are me and I am you, how could I possibly bring myself to heavily wound you? I have just brought you some materials," Qin Muye said, smilingly fishing out the materials he had obtained from the Spirit Realm and Xuanzhen Realm and handing them to Zhao Wugou: "Old Yin's lucky ghost materials, here you go, just enjoy bossing people around."
As he approached Zhao Wugou, Qin Muye passed the materials to Zhao Wugou, who received them with some hesitation.
"Hey, Old Chen is here too. Why don't I see Old Wu? Isn't he always glued to you like peanut butter and jelly?" Qin Muye was looking for a certain good-for-nothing named Wu Mingkong.
