The thick stench of blood was almost too much for Han Fei to keep his eyes open. He didn't know what the woman before him had gone through in Beast Alley. He had many questions he wanted to ask, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't utter a single word.
Reaching into the pocket close to his body, Han Fei took out a dinner knife wrapped in human skin.
"Someone stole your knife, I want to return it to you."
Grasping the cursed blade in his palm, Han Fei extended the handle to the woman.
"According to the thief, if even one dinner knife is missing, the curse you possess will be incomplete, and your strength will be weakened."
At this moment, if the other party were to grab the handle and thrust it forward, they could easily plunge the blade into his body.
In the Deep World, aside from Han Fei, there probably wouldn't be another person daring enough to hand a cursed knife to someone else.