"Hahaha, we did it!"
Several kilometers away, a bald old man laughed excitedly and bent down to pick up a black box on the ground.
In the middle of the black box was a white character that read "offerings," clearly a bone ash box.
"Never had such a wonderful start!"
The bald old man held up the bone ash box, dancing around and shouting incoherently, "Cheer for me! Drink, drink, cheer for me!"
"Is this really the ultimate serial killer who once terrified everyone? Turning into this pitiful state?" A slim woman in tight jeans sneered, showing no hint of respect.
"What did you say, beautiful?" The bald old man leered at her shamelessly, his eyes roaming over her figure, "Such a big butt, must be fun to smack!"
The woman in jeans glared at him coldly, about to lift her hand to teach him a lesson, but a man in sunglasses beside her interjected helplessly, "This guy's brain got busted before. Don't take it to heart."
