The two men named by Bald, were the very two who had just declared that Zhan Lan wouldn't be able to walk out of there.
They glanced at their brother's head, then at the sword in Zhan Lan's hand, and charged with trembling legs.
Puh!
Before they could get close, two arcs of fresh blood sprayed in mid-air from their necks, and the two men fell down simultaneously.
"Ah..." Clutching their gushing bloody necks, they were so terrified that they couldn't make any sound.
Zhan Lan dismounted and stepped over the bodies, walking up to Bald.
Bald's eyes turned cold, he released his foot, and the man on the ground got up like a zombie, looking numbly at the burnt-out frame of the straw hut.
His face was gaunt, but he possessed an ambiguously androgynous beauty.
Because of his sharp facial contours that didn't seem feminine, one would just think that he was a masterpiece meticulously carved by Nuwa.