C285 The Messenger of Death and Lu Yi

"Han Xingfeng, are you alright?" The woman, exuding an aura of virtue, squatted down and reached out, her hand brushing against Han Xingfeng's chest with a rough rub. Han Xingfeng's body shuddered as countless vine-like tendrils sprouted from his severed abdomen, entwining around the juncture of his lower half.

With a forceful tug, he reattached his lower body to the bisected upper half