Two hours later, Ren Baqian and Lin Qiaole were sitting in front of a bonfire. Ren Baqian had attached the jiexue's head to a stick and was roasting it. Lin Qiaole was drooling so much that it dripped down her chin, neck, collarbone, and even flowed to the ground. Her eyes were sluggish as she drooled from her mouth. She looked as if she were a mentally retarded kid.However, whenever the eyes on the head began to turn, she would slap the top of it before reverting to her previous state.The old man was sitting not that far away, and a sad feeling arose from the bottom of his heart.