Han Xiao Liu looked at the jade figurine, its chest rising and falling slightly, and felt a pang of disgust. He especially disliked the dead skin around the figurine and immediately cleaned it up.
“You’re a real scoundrel, to have survived until now is a miracle. But even if you don’t want to die, you have to die!”
Han Xiao Liu supported the jade figurine and slowly lifted it. There was a mechanism beneath it that allowed the figurine to sit up.
The box that the figurine’s head was resting on was now revealed.
“Frightened? You know, this position actually makes it easier for you to exert force. You’ve lived long enough. Rest in peace!”
Han Xiao Liu had never killed before, but the Iron-faced Man inside the jade figurine was the perfect candidate to help him cross the mental hurdle of taking a life.
He reached out his right hand, firmly gripped the Iron-faced Man’s neck, and began to exert force.
The Iron-faced Man actually whimpered and struggled.
“He’s still alive! Die!”
“Crack!”
The sound of bone breaking rang out. Han Xiao Liu’s grip was relentless, not only crushing the throat, but also directly crushing the cervical vertebrae.
The Iron-faced Man lost his life, his neck, devoid of cervical support, slumped down.
A notorious leader, an expert in trickery, was choked to death by Han Xiao Liu like a mere extra in a play. Tragic.
Han Xiao Liu placed the jade figurine back down and then, following the "clue" provided by the system, he searched carefully.
“Found it.”
He pinched the clue with his index finger and thumb, pulled it hard, and the jade figurine disintegrated like a domino, but not completely. There were still strings connecting the pieces, a clever design.
Without hesitation, Han Xiao Liu forcefully pulled the Iron-faced Man out of the jade figurine and threw him to the ground. Then, he put both the jade figurine and the jade casing into his system backpack.
“Whew, done. That’s it? He could have just been a eunuch. Oh, right, where’s the Iron-faced Man’s mask?”
He opened the box that the jade figurine had been resting on and found a silk scroll. This thing was useless to him, so he’d save it for Tianzhen.
“Haha, here, cover your face with this.”
Han Xiao Liu then carefully searched the area. The Iron-faced Man’s mask was the mission objective.
“How could it be missing? It can’t be covering the face of Lu Shang Wang, right? No, the system gave two missions, it should be somewhere around here.”
Han Xiao Liu searched the entire space thoroughly, but could not find anything resembling a mask.
“There can’t be any mechanisms in this place. This old rascal wouldn’t set up a separate secret compartment just for a mask.”
Han Xiao Liu even took out the jade casing again and examined it closely, but still found nothing.
Just as he was at his wits’ end, his gaze fell upon the corpse he had covered with cloth.
“No way, it can’t be the mask on the Green-faced Fox’s corpse, can it?”
Han Xiao Liu walked to the Green-faced Fox’s corpse, reached under the cloth, and when his hand touched the bronze mask on the face, the system gave him an identification result.
“It really is this!”
Han Xiao Liu pulled gently, then covered the head again.
“It was right under my nose. I didn’t expect the mission target to be the very first thing I saw when I came down.”
He didn’t bother looking at the mask. He directly threw it to the system to complete the task.
As the mission was completed, the Schofield Model 1873 double-action revolvers appeared in the system’s equipment list.
Han Xiao Liu always thought that among handguns, revolvers were the epitome of masculinity. Although break-action revolvers had long been retired from the history of firearms, he liked the design.
“I’ll study it more later. Now I need to cover my tracks.”
Han Xiao Liu was incredibly cruel. He used chains to bind the Iron-faced Man and stuffed him into the original coffin position.
He then placed the snake-brow copper fish between the Green-faced Fox’s hands, blocked his own view, and collected the cloth covering the Green-faced Fox and the female corpse.
“Now, it’s time to deal with the four of them. Little guys, show me your worth.”
Han Xiao Liu had no patience for foreign tomb robbers. He didn't care if they lived or died.
He held the bottle, pointed the opening at one person’s chin, and opened the lid. The moment the lid was opened, he pressed the bottle tightly against the person’s chin.
As the red Corpse King was about to bite the person’s chin, the person’s skin immediately developed black and purple sores. Their eyes suddenly opened, the whites filled with blood, the pupils began to shrink, and their body violently convulsed.
Han Xiao Liu closed the bottle, threw it back into his backpack, and watched as a Blood Corpse was born.
“Roar~~”
The Blood Corpse, newly created, was still weak, and couldn’t even break free from the rope. But seemingly out of instinct, it opened its mouth and bit the neck of the person who had fainted next to it.
“Hmm, is the instinct of a Blood Corpse to bite? Or is it their thirst for blood?”
Han Xiao Liu saw that after the Blood Corpse bit all three others, its strength seemed to increase. It broke free of the ropes and slowly crawled towards him.
“It’s still slower than that Red Hound. Go ahead and play down there. Don’t worry, someone will join you soon.”
Han Xiao Liu didn’t linger. He quickly ran towards the rock wall, grabbed the hanging rope, and climbed upwards.
After climbing out of the sky pit, he collected all the rope.
“Done. Now I’ll go to A Ning’s camp, wait for dawn, and follow Xia Ge and the others to enter. Hehe.”