"..."
Sword Without End's expression was a mix of emotions as he said, "Yi, why do you think I might end up in hell these past few days?"
"I said 'if'."
"But you and Tuberculosis Rabbit keep talking like that."
"Because you always give me the impression that you could kick the bucket at any moment."
Sword Without End was momentarily speechless, choked up and unsure what to say. He had never realized he could give off such an impression but then he became curious and asked,
"Yi, if I remember correctly, that Yan Niang only had contact with you once, right? Although that contact wasn't pleasant, I don't recall any cursing."
"There was cursing, pretty filthy at that."
After casually finishing the slip of paper in his hands, Chen Yi stretched out and exhaled with relief, "I have a prop that lets me hear the curses others think of me. That Wang Yimei whom you killed cursed me quite a lot."
Just as expected.