The Hardworking Porter
Feng Xia finished his sentence.
There was only dead silence in all directions.
Is there a place... More suitable for burying people?
"Sect…Sect Master Feng, do you mean that you want to…"
The fat middle-aged Daoist swallowed a mouthful of saliva and squeezed out half a sentence with great difficulty.
The new Sect Leader of the Thousand Autumn Valley had disappeared for more than a year, and he had already grown to such an extent that even Old Ancestor Mu Chen was afraid of him. Oh no, thirty points.
If this had happened not long ago, he would never have dared to imagine it.
What made his scalp go numb was…
Such a terrifying existence was actually asking them to find a suitable place to bury people!
Was he trying to bury them all?
"Some fellows are not very obedient, so I have to teach them a good lesson."
Feng Xia glanced at Old Ancestor Mu Chen who was beside her before he replied with a smile that was not a smile.