"Knock, knock... Knocking hard..."
Xie Qiao could hear the voice.
She had never seen such a fierce vengeful spirit.
The muscles and tendons all over his body looked like they could kill a person with a single hammer. His hands seemed to be on fire, and he was holding a long iron bar in his hand. He kept hammering it, emitting red light.
"When the termites are extinguished, your brother's... little soul would be thrown into the furnace as firewood," Xie Qiao suddenly said.
When Xie Pinggang heard that, he lowered his head and looked at her, "There's... that thing here?"
"Yes, a blacksmith. He's quite fierce," Xie Qiao nodded.
"Then go and get Master Mo," Xie Pinggang hurriedly said.
"There's no time," Xie Qiao shook her head. Master Mo was here. It was a waste of time to leave and come back.
