One Grin from the Psycho, and the Guy Dumps His Account

There’s a saying in the underworld: Better to provoke the Southern Blind Man than the Northern Mute. But right now, Hei Xiazi, the Southern Blind Man, just wants to know if being bitten on the butt by a zongzi will make white hair grow there. Zhang Qiling, the Northern Mute, looked at the lunatic who had claimed his commission and was swaggering around with his face, then silently swapped his Black Gold Ancient Saber for an axe. He’d decided to abandon this account. The lunatic blinked his silver-white eyes and grinned innocently. “Little brother, if you don’t want this account, I’ll gladly take it. From today on, the underworld can call me the ‘Crazy Northern Biter Family Bucket’!” On his shoulder, a little zongzi wearing a bright red bellyband nodded frantically. “Right! I’m Pro Max!” Meanwhile, Xie Yuchen, the head of the Xie family, was touching the split on his lip, shaking with rage. He had no idea that the person who’d bitten him was crouched at the mouth of an alley, savoring the taste. “Soft and fragrant, like a little cake… I couldn’t bring myself to bite down hard.” Some people you hope won’t die, but you absolutely don’t want them bouncing back to life in high spirits. For example, Zhang Wujiu. And the “little cake” he had his eye on.