Luo Fusheng was humming a little tune, his mind filled with images of pale bodies, when suddenly, a gust of wind hit, followed by the screech of an eagle.
"Ouch."
Luo Fusheng felt a sharp pain in his palm. Looking down, he found a piece of his palm missing, and a bald eagle crouched at the door, devouring the fresh meat.
"You motherfucker!"
Luo Fusheng grabbed the fire tongs, intending to deal with the eagle, but hadn't taken two steps when an eerie laughter echoed from beside the phoenix tree.
"Hehehe... Such a vicious person, it's bad enough to use a child's life for coercion, but to even fake fever medicine to deceive others, even an old bandit like me wouldn't stoop so low."
"You... who are you?"
Luo Fusheng felt the voice was coming from under the phoenix tree.
Under the phoenix tree, there was a shadow.
And a one-eyed hunchbacked man crawled out from the shadow, it was Pan Mountain Eagle.
Everything Luo Fusheng did did not deceive the Divine Eagle circling above.
