Staring at Xu Qing's departing figure, the eyes of the old man in the inn gleamed with killing intent. However, even until Xu Qing disappeared from the streets, he didn't choose to act.
In the silence, the killing intent in his eyes slowly faded.
A huge python head hung down from the roof beam above and landed beside the old man. Its mouth emitted waves of gurgling sounds as though it was talking.
"Why didn't I kill him?" The old man rolled his eyes.
"This kid is a little strange. He gives me a very dangerous feeling. Unless I use my trump card…"
"Gurgle, gurgle."
"You're trash, your entire family is trash! Eat, eat, eat, you only know how to f*cking eat. Alright, eat." The old man muttered. The python suddenly rushed out and bit Daoist Rat's corpse, swallowing it immediately before slowly returning to the beam.
