, his buttocks were rotten, and he almost died inside. When others rescued him from prison, there were still maggots crawling in the wounds on his waist and eyes. Although the wounds were cured later, he was still in a loss.

Something wrong."

Wu Shaoyi shrugged: "That's why Lao Pei often said that Dayuan is Dayuan. He is not interested in officialdom, nor is he interested in Mr. He's recruitment."

He Lingchuan didn't know what to say.

After a while, he continued to ask Wu Shaoyi for advice:

"I still don't know something. From what you've heard, Hong Xiangqian must be a great person. Why would he reuse a notorious ogre like Lu Yao? He's not afraid of thieves. Well, the reputation of the rebel army will be ruined?"

"Actually, in the eyes of the Saint Master, Lu Yao is no different from us." Wu Shaoyi sighed quietly, "They are both murderous knives. Maybe he is faster and sharper."

He Lingchuan thought about this sentence carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more sense it made.

What makes a knife good or bad? The key depends on who holds it.

Those who achieve great things do not stick to trivial matters. Lu Yao's little hobby of cannibalism and small stains on his moral character may not even be considered trivial matters in Hong Xiangqian's eyes.

Speaking of which, Wu Shaoyi didn't know that the Holy Master was fighting to survive in the world, and He Lingchuan had no intention of telling him.

Later, Lu Yao often got drunk. It should be after he properly arranged Hong Xiangqian's spirit?

How long a person's soul can exist after death depends on the strength of the soul. For ordinary people, it is about seven days. For powerful souls, it can last for a while, just for a while.
Chapter completed!