C62 decaying spirit

When the stick landed on his head, Chu Heng wasn't prepared for it at all. In Shu Du, he, Chu Heng, could do whatever he wanted. Today, someone was actually waving a staff at him from his territory.

He touched his forehead, feeling the warm liquid.

"How dare you hit laozi!" Chu Heng jumped three feet into the air.

"You are the one that laozi beat." Another staff hit