The centipede man relayed everything he knew to Lu Qingshan, then he and the scar-faced man anxiously watched Lu Qingshan.
It was now the moment that would decide their life or death.
Lu Qingshan did not make things difficult for them.
First, he was not a bloodthirsty man, and second, these two would not be any hindrance to his next action; there was no need to kill them.
Seeing Lu Qingshan turn to leave, the centipede man and the scar-faced man exchanged glances, filled with a sense of relief after a narrow escape.
The centipede man patted his chest with relief and exclaimed, "We should hurry back to the village. It's really lucky that we managed to save our lives this time..."
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"Lu Qingshan, are we going back to find that Witch of the Crow-tailed Tribe?" King of the Western Rats asked.
Lu Qingshan nodded and praised, "Not bad, you've been getting smarter lately."
"Of course." King of the Western Rats unabashedly accepted the praise.