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Phew!
The fire crow, burning with fierce flames, plummeted onto the heap of corpses.
And exploded with a bang.
The intense heat instantly devoured the bodies, reducing them to a pile of ashes.
Wang Chen flicked out several talismans with a shake of his hand, conducting rites for the souls who died by his own hand, to prevent the birth of new evil wraiths.
After cleaning up, he returned to the main hall of the City God Temple.
Adding more dry wood to the waning bonfire, Wang Chen began to tally his loot.
This encounter had netted him a total of seven storage bags.
Three of which came from Yang Yi.
Wang Chen first opened the storage bags of the so-called Qinghe siblings, only to be disappointed by the results.
Out of the four storage bags belonging to three people, the contents were meager, just a few worthless magic artifacts and some pills and talismans, with hardly even a few spirit stones.
This was actually quite normal.
