Inside the cave.
Silence fell.
Julius Reed sheathed his sword, looking at Dorian Cook, whose head was removed from his body, and curiously asked, "I also think you can't die, but to be sure, I asked you."
"After all, you know, I rarely kill."
Hearing this.
Jesse River was somewhat surprised and said, "Brother, I meant you wouldn't die."
"What?" Julius Reed looked at Dorian Cook's lifeless head on the ground, feeling a bit guilty.
He came here to find Jesse River, just to be insured a bit.
After all, Julius Reed didn't want to kill.
"I was pulling your leg." Jesse River sat back at the table, raised a wine jug, and pointed in front of him: "Sit down and chat."
"She can't hear?"
Julius Reed glanced at Dorian Cook, who showed no reaction.
"For one to hear, one needs ears." Jesse River pointed at his ears: "Even if she belongs to the Undead Tribe, or any other bullshit tribe, to hear something, one must use ears."
"Makes sense." Julius Reed agreed with this saying.
