Your Poison Runs Too Deep

Having gone through turmoil after turmoil, the Southern City finally welcomed a period of peace.

A portly white figure stood beneath the towering city gates. Its robotic eyes slowly changed from a purplish hue, a color that stirred bone-chilling memories in those who witnessed it before, to red.

The machete on Whitey's hand slowly softened and became a fan-sized palm.

Five bodies fell around it. These five mysterious people had been intending to assassinate Bu Fang but were all killed by Whitey. The ground was covered in dark blood.

Whitey blinked its eyes, not bothered by the five rotting bodies. It turned its back and returned to Bu Fang's side.

Bu Fang shifted his gaze from the Burst-Dragon Demonic Fish to the five rotting bodies. He immediately frowned as he felt that the pungent stench from the bodies was familiar.

It was the same… as the Ghost Chef's.