Mu Rufeng looked at a certain body part in front of him, and not only did he not want to kick it, he didn't even want to glance at it, for it was an eyesore.
"I can't kick you, it would be very painful. I'll start the conveyor belt, that should get you across."
Mu Rufeng finished speaking and directly pressed the start button for the conveyor belt.
"Thank you, Mr. Mu." The Dried Corpse Evil hurriedly expressed its thanks upon hearing this.
"Mr. Mu is truly kind, he doesn't even want to kick me. I must repay his kindness in the future." The Dried Corpse Evil's gratitude towards Mu Rufeng rose another level in his heart.
However, in the next second, the roar of machinery resounded, and a tremendous force came from beneath him.
Following this was the conveyor belt rubbing against his skin, his fat, and his precious treasure.
The sensation was unbearable agony for the Dried Corpse Evil.
"Ahhh~~!"
Cries of pain and screams echoed all around.
