The man convulsed suddenly upon hearing the skeleton sparrow speak.
Pain radiated from his injuries, spreading throughout his body.
It seemed death was not far off for him.
Seeing the man too weak to speak, Fang Hao continued to ask, "Who are you and how did you end up here?"
He was here to investigate the matter about the transmigrator, but what he found was a native resident held captive.
The blonde man glanced at the Skulled Sparrow, before he answered, "My name is Browning. I'm a painter in the city."
"A painter?" Fang Hao examined the man carefully, his gaze falling on his hands, "Why did they capture you?"
"For some special formula for paint pigments," the man answered, enduring the pain.
Having a conversation with an undead before dying wasn't so bad after all.
Fang Hao nodded, that made sense.
The Faceless Ones' Den, eager for intelligence, would stop at nothing.