Chapter 808 – Morning Light, Kitchen Fog, a Freak (2/2)

He muttered to himself, ”They didn't die? How can this be?”

The waiter suddenly heard a voice come out of the air beside him and was given a fright, almost crying out.

The reason he did not cry was that a hand covered in black fur and scales had suddenly shot out of the air and clasped his throat.

The hunchbacked dwarf revealed himself and looked impassively upon the waiter, his eyes containing no human emotion.

The waiter had never seen something so ugly and evil. He struggled in fear, but was unable to escape.

The hunchback thought, then very carefully dripped a single drop of the liquid in the jade bottle onto the waiter's face.

The waiter's body instantly went rigid, ceasing to struggle. A black spot appeared on his face that rapidly spread over his entire body.

In a very brief span of time, a living human had become a lifeless, pitch-black sculpture: dead.

The hunchbacked dwarf observed the waiter's transformation and thought to himself, there's no problem! His face scrunched together, making him seem terribly vexed.

A slightly chilly morning wind blew in from the window, scattering the remaining fog in the kitchen and blowing the waiter's corpse into innumerable wisps of black smoke.

In the light of the morning sun, this black smoke quickly turned transparent and impossible to see.

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Nanke had already finished packing.

Chen Changsheng stood by the window. Under the morning sun, Hanqiu City finally seem to be a little livelier.

But soon after, he felt the passing of a life.

He did not know where this feeling came from and why he could suddenly feel it.

Countless living beings dwelled in this word. At every moment, lives were being born and passing away.

That he could sense it meant that the passing of this life was related to him.

He looked away from the window and towards Nanke.

Nanke just so happened to be raising her head, and their gazes met in the air. Both of them saw the wariness in each other's minds.

Nanke's gaze moved once more, in the end resting on the floorboards in front of her.

Through the floorboards, on the first floor, in a room on the right-hand side.

With a thought from Chen Changsheng, countless sword glows appeared in the room.

The morning light coming in from the window instantly lost its color and brilliance.

Countless sword intents swiftly and forcefully descended. In a flash, the wooden floorboards had quietly vanished, transformed into motes of dust in the morning light.

Chen Changsheng and Nanke landed on the ground.

Just as their feet touched the ground, the stone wall in front of them began to crumble away, dispersing into the surroundings as the finest powder.

The wall disappeared, revealing the scene behind it.

Chopped onions were still resting on the chopping board, and steam was still billowing out of the iron pot underneath the steaming tray.

It was obvious that this was a kitchen.

In the center of the kitchen stood a freak.