Li Fan looked at him, then at the pitiful Zombie King, and surveyed the resting chamber once more to see if there were any magical treasures, any weapons... nothing... nothing but a small bone fragment... and a cushion...
A cushion...
As though resigning himself to fate, Li Fan let out a sigh, enduring the intense pain in his back as he crawled onto the cushion and sat down.
"Then come at me!"
He flipped the middle finger, then shoved the shoulder bone, drenched in thick blood, down his throat in one gulp, sitting cross-legged on the cushion, his eyes fixed on the round head of the suanni in the Taoist's grip, telling himself he saw the moon.
After that, he seemed to hear the system's voice once more.
'Li Fan's mood decreased by 1 point'
And then, just like the previous two times in the bamboo forest, the wind started to blow.
A deadly wind.
