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"Hahaha!!" Hong Zhong's laughter echoed incessantly beside Li Huowang, "Xinsu ah!! Li Huowang, hahaha!!"
Li Huowang held a cup in his hand, sitting there dumbfounded, watching the half-corpse in Tuoba Danqing's hands, looking at the dead man's head along with the attached internal organs below.
After a long pause, Li Huowang's eyes gradually widened, a look of shock slowly spreading across his face. "So this is... Xinsu..."
Under the table, his fists clenched tight, yet nothing showed on his face.
The drunken Tuoba Danqing, satisfied with Li Huowang's astonished expression, said with a hint of pride, "How's that? Haven't seen it before, have you? I won't lie to you, this is also the first time I've seen a living Xinsu!"
Li Huowang, trembling, reached out and gently touched the face of the Xinsu with his fingertips.
It was a middle-aged man with a square face, around forty years old, with a beard around his jaw.
