C440 Chapter 440

“Ha! Ha! Ha! A deal?” Qingshui brushed the messy hair out of her face. The eyeballs hanging on her cheeks darted around as maggots kept dropping off her body, only to be swallowed up by the faint black haze at her feet. “Yeah... we had a deal, Moh Yao! You were supposed to help me! If you helped me, I’d leave your body and give it back—fair trade... So why..