A few minutes later, five ghoul wolf people had been slain without exception, and Little Brother Fu pulled a sheep leg from his Psychic package to give the Scorpion Lion an extra meal, while he himself crouched down to begin looting.
From his practiced movements, it was clear that Little Brother Fu, who had been running around lately, had done this quite a few times.
"Hey? What the hell is this?"
It didn't take long for him to find something strange on the body of the ghoul wolf people—an old and worn beast-skin letter hidden in their pockets, already stained with the vile stench of the undead.
But Little Brother Fu didn't mind.
He was already a qualified veteran; mere corpse smell was nothing as long as he held his breath!
With disgust, he pinched the rolled-up letter open and found it was written in the language of the wolf people. However, thanks to the vague translation of the Calculating Pearl, he could read its contents, which made him furrow his eyebrows.