"Why didn't you just smash him to death with a brick instead of leaving him half-dead?" Heavenly Immortal Drunk asked curiously.
After they had questioned Fan Shi, Gu Shanhai had smacked him on the back of the head with a brick and had been very careful in erasing all traces when they left.
In the eyes of Heavenly Immortal Drunk, it was completely unnecessary; it was just an ordinary person, after all—just tie him up and wait for him to die.
He was kind-hearted, but he was also a player. Before wanting to gain his help, the natives had to touch his heart with their stories, not just any ordinary NPC without a background, to stir his goodwill. Players were invaders, not here to play the saint foolishly.
"Oh, a hit on the back of his head will make him lose his memory for three days. I suspect this guy might be a key figure." Gu Shanhai's luck was actually much better than that of an average player. If an average player had one point of luck, he had at least 1.4.
