The Paraquat poison would not kill the square-shaped pig.
Li slurped the poisoned dagger, took a swig of Paraquat from the bottle, and fiercely threatened Big Head.
"Hurry up, spill it."
Zhang Ze kicked Li, telling him to act seriously.
His boisterous drinking style was utterly unconvincing, as if the bottle contained iced tea mixed with water instead of Paraquat.
Having drained a bottle, Li ignored Zhang Ze's advice, wiped his mouth, and continued brandishing the small knife in front of Big Head.
"Quickly say, where did you come from?"
Big Head ignored Li, staring wide-eyed as his gaze passed over Zhang Ze's shoulder, fixated on the distant golden cloud sea.
"Where is this place? Why does it resemble my homeland so much?"
Big Head made a gurgling sound.
Homeland?
'Indeed.' Zhang Ze thought to himself.
Entering Luoyu Mountain with Big Head and passing through the green door, he felt a sense of familiarity, as though he had visited a similar place before.
