One hour earlier…
Flashes of Sword was standing around five meters away from the headless body, standing guard for Feng Bujue.
"Are you sure you want to do something like that?" Flashes of Sword glanced at Feng Bujue, who was working on the dead body, and his eyes seemed to be saying, You are one hell of a madman.
"Isn't that question a bit too late since I am already working on it? Also, is this because you don't want to lose another grenade?" Feng Bujue asked.
"Ah… To be honest, compared to the waste of the grenade, I am more worried about your mental state…" Flashes of Sword frowned at him.
"What has this got to do with my mental state?" Feng Bujue replied. "I am merely using a man's carcass to step up a trap inside a virtual game. Any mentally stable person, as long as they can come up with this strategy, would not hesitate to put it into action."
