The air was quiet for three seconds. Only the residual flames after Yang Ming's last fire bombardment were still burning gently in the distance, and someone was unconsciously moving his feet on the ants' corpses, making a "crackling" sound.
"You ran away from the powerful base just like that? No one pursued you?" Lin Ci looked incredulous, and her voice was filled with disbelief.
"That's right!" The old man responded neatly, and at the end he deliberately raised his voice, "I gave them a high dosage of hallucination. By the time they realized what happened, I was miles away from them!"
"You're crazy..." Yang Ming murmured, looking at him as if he was looking at an endangered exotic species.
"Hey, I'm not crazy, I'm a practical person!" The old man didn't care at all and patted his heavy medicine bag proudly. The bottles and jars jingled.
