Yi Chen held the red scissors in his hand, and two streams of information suddenly appeared on his retina.
"You have successfully killed the white-clothed female ghost Hong Jian and gained forty Deep Red Points."
"Touched a special item, Deep Red Points +20"
"Hehe, struck it rich, huh?"
At that moment, he was speechless.
The black-robed man and the disembodied spirit of True Person Yan were not of malevolent spirits and did not 'drop Gold Coins,' the only good news was that the red scissors before him, like the cleaver from the Corpse God before, had also contributed twenty Deep Red Points to him.
Yi Chen casually tore off a strip of cloth from his body and wrapped it round and round the almost-exposed white bones of his left palm.
The whole process was done in silence, enduring the severe pain; he was the epitome of toughness.
The motto of his previous life was:
In life, apart from life and death, everything else is just a scratch.
