Seeing the old woman in front of him holding a stone and carefully scraping off the sticky monkey skin from the other, Yang Xiaohai couldn't help but widen his eyes.
Never had he imagined that this skinny old lady, who was starving yet peculiarly fond of sucking on stones, was actually a mysterious master!
"Head of the household, someone has died! Really died, brain matter was smashed out."
Next to him, Zhao Xiumei hid behind Yang Xiaohai, somewhat frightened.
Although the red-robed Taoist Master had killed quite a few people along the way, no matter how many times she had seen it, she was still afraid of dead bodies.
"It's okay, don't be scared, didn't you see that this old lady is a good person who kills evildoers?" Yang Xiaohai whispered comfortingly.
Her actions reassured him greatly, as it surely wasn't possible that she had just killed an evildoer and would turn around to kill ordinary people.