"Why waste that kind of effort? Just chop it up and feed it to the pigs." Sha Polang stretched his neck forward, giving the most sinister suggestion.
As soon as he said this, a sudden wave of cold roared up his spine, making his hair stand on end as if he had been thrown into an ice cellar.
"Why did it suddenly get so cold?" he wondered aloud, stepping back.
"This Scourge Star holds grudges the most. Naturally, it's targeting you," Old Skull said, eerie glimmers flashing in his hollow eye sockets.
"Isn't it just a crow's carcass?" Sha Polang's face went pale, retreating even further.
"This is no ordinary bird!" Old Skull emphasized again, shaking his head dramatically and muttering about misfortune. "How did we bump into such a cursed thing? I've must've been cursed for eight generations…"
