Xu Bai really wanted to experiment with the method he had just thought of, but when he saw the old monk on the ground, he temporarily suppressed this idea.
Sensing Xu Bai's gaze, the old monk closed his eyes and said,""I've already said what I should say. Give me a quick death."
People in their line of work had long thought of the consequences.
Although they were all afraid of death, they were at least much calmer when facing death.
"No rush." Xu Bai took out a paper crane from his purse and said,""You still need to play your final role."
The old monk was stunned and did not understand.
He had already said what he needed to say. What was the point?
Just as this thought rose in his mind, the old monk saw the paper crane in Xu Bai's hand fly up and hover in the air before slowly landing between his eyebrows.
A cold feeling came from the old monk's glabella. He felt that something in his mind was slowly being extracted.
