"Folks from the same hometown meeting each other, eyes brimming with tears, huh."
Chen Qiu sighed lightly and deliberately finished the lamb soup in his bowl before setting it down. Digging a handkerchief from his breast pocket, he wiped the corners of his mouth and said helplessly.
"Fat Long, the slogan you shouted for the Sky-bursting Gang that day was too loud."
"If we don't get rid of this guy, he might spill something if he's dying, causing a whole lot of trouble."
They had transmigrated to this world.
It could be a big deal or a small one.
If this person survived or somehow blurted out on his deathbed that he was a transmigrator and exposed them as well, it would significantly impact them. It wasn't impossible that some old demons might want to dissect what transmigrators were made of.
Everyone is curious.
Even old Demon Race cultivators with Golden Cores are curious.
