The village was gloomy, and the drizzle was like silk.
In the hazy rain, raindrops splattered on the black robe, stirring up splashes of water.
"Wouldn't it be easier to just kill you?"
Qin An's calm voice echoed.
The entire village fell silent, you could hear a pin drop.
The old tree was taken aback at first, then its branches swung wildly: "Hahaha, that's the funniest joke your Grandpa Tree has ever heard."
Tang Lingwei gritted her teeth and said, "Qin An, you are unscathed, quickly return to the Evil Extermination Bureau and report to the higher-ups at once."
She didn't know what Qin An was thinking, but the current situation was unstable.
Even though the old tree had flaws, its strength was more terrifying than that of the old monkey.
Now, Qin An must not be allowed to underestimate the enemy and get himself killed; only by reporting to the Evil Extermination Bureau can they hope for a slim chance of survival.
