Low-level Living Dead

When the others heard Yang Mu's words, coldness seeped in through the soles of their feet and chilled their hearts. Xiong Tianning and the others stared blankly at the gorge at their feet, afraid that someone would push them in. They looked at each other in horror.

Qi Zhenbai suddenly said, "Where is the talisman I gave you?"

Yang Mu was stunned. He subconsciously checked his pocket and was about to take the talisman out, but found nothing. "Boss, I…"

Qi Zhenbai could only give him another talisman, and had him hold it properly. If he had a deathwish, he could throw it away again.

Yang Mu hurriedly shook his head. Wait, that talisman had clearly been in his hand just now. He hadn't thrown it away.

Qi Zhenbai saw Yang Mu's expression and his face was a bit gloomy. Taking advantage of Yang Mu's daze, he had Yang Mu walk between Yan Youwei and Xiong Tianning so that the two could watch him closely and stop him from throwing the talisman away.