Crazy About Making Pig Heads

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing here?

For a moment, Wang Teng suspected his own identity. Am I really a fellow evil clansman or just a spy?

Pfft, pfft!

He hurriedly shook his head to throw this ridiculous thought out of his mind.

To hell with being a spy.

I don't want to do it for three years and three more years. It's very miserable!

He stared at the people below him with a dangerous gaze.

You are really free. How dare you create rumors about me? Do I need to find some things for them to do?

As he thought about this, he used his spiritual power to control a rock. He threw it on the door of the warehouse where the evil clansmen were all gathered.

A huge 'clang' was heard!