Standing there in a daze for a long while, with a slanted head bowed down, casting a dark shadow of flickering flames into the hollow, sunken eye sockets.

At last, the strange monk takes a step forward.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Without even considering using the prepared broth of truth, the heads of the crew-cut bandits burst one after another. Thud, thud, thud. The heads of the shattered corpses lay against the cold night, pressing into the ground of the Buddhist temple.

“Help!” “Save me! Please!”

The men of the Central Plains, unaware that blood was flowing from their half-melted wounds, …