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As the nascent sunrise spread its light over the graffiti on the Great Wall,
Li Changhe and Li Luoling admired their handiwork.
They felt somewhat fatigued, yet also satisfied.
The demigod, Three Corpses God, was incredibly durable. Even with only half a body left, its voice was still booming.
Even as it morphed into an indiscernible mass of flesh, its wails and screams filled the void.
Until the end, it held out hope for someone to come to its rescue.
It begged Li Changhe and Li Luoling for mercy, willing to pay any price, even to become a servant or a slave, as long as they spared its life. It promised to be their most loyal dog.
But all Li Changhe and Li Luoling wanted was its life.
So they treated its cries like a song, chatting and laughing as they wiped its last few pieces of flesh clean.
It was a sort of long-lost father-daughter bonding activity.
Of course, this had taken Li Changhe and Li Luoling the entire night.