Xu Bai looked away from the golden progress bar and asked,""What is it?"
The man in white raised his right hand and pulled a corner of his skin. With a tearing sound, he tore off the skin on his chest. Sweat appeared on his forehead. He was obviously in pain.
But after a while, the skin on his chest automatically repaired, and the pain on his face disappeared.
The man in the white hat sent the human skin over with a progress bar and blood.
"In our line, not many people are willing to do it. After all, it's all dirty and tiring work."
"Compared to the paper men, us corpse collectors are declining day by day, especially now that our resources are exhausted."
"Brother, you haven't reached that point yet. Can you help me keep this? If he met a fated person, he could pass it on."
"Of course, if you reach that extreme before this, then my luck will be bad, and this bloodline will be wiped out."
The white-robed man with the tall hat said slowly.