As a result, the whole world is as beautiful as a garden, allowing you to take what you want, picking at will.

Others might tolerate it, but I cannot."

He said coldly, "I can't stand it."

"I hate brats, especially those who pretend to be obedient and cute, but shamelessly want to reach for others' things, and throw a tantrum when refused, making a scene like a giant adult baby!"

"This world could have been so much better, but it's because of people like you that it's disgusting like a muddy swamp. Just thinking about you coming to Hai Province and breathing the same air as me makes me stink to no end."

Ji Jue paused for a moment, reached out, closed the lid of the box, pushed it back in front of the other person, and finally told him, "So, please convey to him—if he wants to die, please die outside of Hai Province, don't come in front of me to be an eyesore, understand?"

In the dead silence, Tu Sihai's expression was stiff, his pupils uncontrollably trembling.

And the two people behind him could no longer make a sound.

Even though they were close at hand.

But the primal chill and fear usurped the control of their bodies, making it difficult for them to even open their mouths.

Until Tu Sihai exhausted all reason and restraint, slowly stood up.

"Then, since the conversation is getting nowhere, I shall take my leave." He picked up the box, gave Ji Jue one last look: "As for the consequences afterwards, there's no need for me to reiterate, I hope Mr. Ji takes care of himself."

"Wait a moment—"

At that instant, he heard Ji Jue's voice and couldn't help but abruptly turn back.

But there was no hidden dagger, nor a crashing cup as a signal.

Only a bright smiling face.

"There's a saying, visitors are guests. Since you're here, not even staying for a meal might make people think Xinquan is too poor to even offer a meal."

He pondered for a moment, then suddenly proposed, "How about taking some local specialties back with you?"

"..."

Tu Sihai shook his head without thinking, trying to refuse. But the words that came out, stopped as if swallowed by an unseen force.

"Let me do you a small favor!"

Ji Jue suddenly clapped his hands, pointing to Tu Sihai: "Let me guess, someone from your group must have gone missing, right?"

Tu Sihai's eyes widened slightly.

"Old Gou!"

With Ji Jue's call, the waiting middle-aged man opened the door and entered, also carrying a box, placed it on the table, and opened it in front of them.

Displaying the gifts inside.

"Come, take a look—" Ji Jue put his arm around Tu Sihai's shoulder and asked, "Could it be that this is the person you lost? Or this person? Or this person?"

Inside the box, there were only three skulls.

One of them was covered in cracks, with a sunken top still lodged with half of an axe blade, clearly showing signs of torment.

The second was already shattered into pieces, the cuts smooth, glued together with adhesive, barely holding. As for the last one, it was mottled with scarlet and black colors, just looking at it gave a sense of torture and horror, hair-raising.

Jinya and Feng Ming felt the faint residue of spiritual energy within and were taken aback.

Only Tu Sihai remained expressionless, immovable like a mountain.

"You've got it wrong." He squeezed out the words through clenched teeth, "This is not one of ours."

"Bingo!"

Applause rang out, without any reservation.

"Such an honest good kid."

Ji Jue praised, "So, I've decided to give you all three!"

With that, he lifted the box and placed it in Tu Sihai's arms, lifting his stiff fingers one by one to hold it, as if afraid it would fall to the ground.

"Make sure to hold it tight."

He finally patted the shoulder of the bearded man in front of him, smiling with deep meaning.

That smile was no different from before.

Except that it hid no more malice, surging forth like a tidal wave!

Tu Sihai's hands trembled slightly, subconsciously tightened, unable to speak anymore, gave him one last look, and decisively left, stepping away hurriedly.

The journey was smooth without any hindrance.

Xinquan opened its gates wide, letting the dilapidated car speed off.

Yet, even after driving a long way, looking back at the small town behind, one could still see the office with a light on in that building.

And the phantom-like figure by the window.

Quietly peering at them.

Safe journey.

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