‘If somebody can survive without a head on his shoulders. Guys, let’s spare his miserable life.’
What… What does that mean?
However, the assassins in black under Ye Xiao’s lead were strictly observing this order!
When they chopped off the heads, they piled the bodies together in a place and piled the heads together in another place.
They never let the heads and the bodies touch. What if the head went back to the body? Should they really spare them?
That was not a good joke. In fact, they just wanted to make it easy for counting.
Dead bodies were like bags being piled up in one place after another. The heads were thrown up in the sky like watermelons to the same place to be counted!
Gradually, there was a mountain of heads beside the man who did the counting work. He stood in front of the mountain of heads then kicked the heads that were rolling away. Heads were round. Some of them just kept dropping away.
It looked exactly like someone was selling watermelon on the street.