Chương 162: Empathy (Part 2)

Thud.

A sudden sound interrupted Miao Zhen's laughter. She turned her head with difficulty and looked at Xia Qiluo in disbelief, revealing a terrified and vicious gaze.

Xia Qiluo held a hammer and smashed the Buddha statue. She frowned. "Damn it, why can't this Buddha statue be broken?"

A ray of sunlight cut through the shore, and Miao Zhen's frightened expression relaxed. "It's too late, too late."

Xia Qiluo was extremely vexed. "What are you all looking at? Come and help me."

Miao Zhen was already lifeless, and her skin was loose and dry. Xia Qiluo glanced at her and kicked her. "F*ck you, old witch. I, Xia Qiluo, have never been fooled like this by someone. No matter what this dogsh*t Buddha statue is made of, I'm going to smash it."

"Bah, shameless thing. You really think you're Buddha. You're disgusting. You're even more disgusting than a maggot."

Xia Qiluo cursed as she smashed the statue with a hammer.