"Havien, you're here!
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What's that in your hand?"
Lulu asked Havien as he walked out of the now-destroyed warehouse, it was not meant to withstand the intense battle which took place earlier. Haven ignored the question and just tossed the mass of soft tissues over to Lulu, who, by reflex, caught it.
"What is thi-AAAGH!" Lulu tossed that thing as soon as he saw it. Now, he was breathing heavily and looking at his red-dyed hands strangely and disgustingly.
"Why the hell you would hand me that thing over?! No, in the first place, why did you even collect it?!"
"Hmm? Isn't that what cultivators do? Collecting vital organs to show as proof that the person is dead? I'm sure that I've heard phrases such as 'bring me his head' and 'I'll chew his heart' and other such things."