Are You Selling Corpses?

The sea breeze blew over, lifting Xu Qing's hair.

He walked forward, allowing the wind to blow his hair and the hem of his pants. He was like a knife that was about to be unsheathed. His eyes gleamed coldly as he glanced at the woman who changed directions and left.

Xu Qing hesitated for a moment. He didn't wish to kill on his first day here. Hence, he retracted his gaze and continued walking toward the inn.

However, the wind didn't stop.

At that moment, when the sea breeze reached the shore, the intent to attack became even stronger.

Among the seven to eight burly men chasing after the woman, one of them had a scar on his face. He looked like the leader. When he saw this scene, he sneered.

"Regardless of whether it's true or false, capture this brat for me as well. With the fluctuations of the sixth or seventh level of Body Refinement, he must be someone with contribution points!"