Everyone looked at Wang Qing's skeletal remains and felt an urge to curse. If he'd just held on a little longer while the Human-head deity was questioning him, he could have survived.
"So basically, Lin Baici's answer was right, and this poor sucker got played by the god?"
The wedding ring woman imagined herself in that situation and shook her head vigorously. If it were her, she'd be doomed too.
"Haha, if it were an Indian, it wouldn't have happened!"
Huang Cheng chuckled lightly.
In India, shaking your head means yes, and nodding means no.
"FUCK, just one dead, and it's a nobody fish."
Emery stared at Lin Baici and warned everyone, "Be really careful of this guy."
The best outcome would be if a Dragon Level or Lin Baici's woman got injured or killed, then he'd have to fight that god.
That way, they could pick up the pieces.
The Human-head deity glanced at Lin Baici's group and then turned towards Raphael's side.
As a god, one should uphold the principles of fairness.
