Even Fang Ping Is More Reliable

On a land hundreds of li near the entrance. 

In a small valley.

Fang Ping slaughtered a monster that looked like a wolf. Wasting no time, he picked up the carcass and drizzled its blood on another "corpse" on the other side.

The "corpse" seemed to have sensed it. It quivered a little now, as though it was resistant. 

Fang Ping paid no mind to its actions. He humphed, "I can't find your head. Just suck on the blood however you want to. It's good for you."

At this moment, Li Changsheng looked like a lump of meat, a skinned one at that. It was ghastly to look at.

"Show off. Acting like an idiot. You're pretending to die, aren't you?"

"Gee, 'I, Li Changsheng, sliced a Rank-8 with my sword today. How mighty am I!'"

"Motherf*cker. I'm carrying a meat lump back. Take a guess, do you think others can recognize you?"