"Yet, not even a single person to collect the dead,"
The invalid monster mother grumbled angrily.
She dismissed the blade of spiritual energy from her hand and exercised her efforts to retrieve the last half bottle of alcohol from the toppled steam 800 refrigerator.
Cursing at little Murphy for showing no regard for friendships, yet inside, Cui Si actually welcomed this turn of events. Given Murphy's cleverness, surely he had heeded her parting advice.
Perhaps by now, her own little Murphy had headed north and had escaped into the Nordtoff Kingdom through the northeastern part of Transylvania. While living in such a dismal climate wouldn't be pleasant, the alternative of waiting for death in Transylvania was much worse.
"Hmm, he should have left by now?"
Cui Si took a big swig of alcohol to suppress the pain from her injuries.
