Ye Xing's face paled at Bai Lin's crude and brutal methods, and her fear of her prevailed.
Either Bai Lin's mental fortitude was so strong that beheading someone was like playing for her, or she had been beheading people too many times, seen too much blood, and was numb to it, so she was not afraid.
Whichever it was, she could not afford to offend her.
Ye Xing adjusted her opinion of Bai Lin. She was a smart woman. Although she was easily provoked and jealous, she was always clear about important things.
Ye Xing swallowed her saliva and said in a trembling voice, "Xiao Lin, if we need to put food in the middle of the formation, we can just get those twisted corpses. Why do we need to bring the village chief here?"
