Ink was not frightening.
What was frightening was... why did ink appear when Xiang Liufang died?
Thinking back to the Wu Jiang Immortal Estate, where Xiang Liufang, at the Nascent Soul realm, had suddenly transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang Earth Immortal-grade Fiendgod, could it be... because of this ink?
Then... where had the ink come from?
Ji Ning was filled with confusion, unable to figure out what exactly was going on with the ink.
"Ah... you thieving bastard, what a miserable death you suffered!"
At that moment, Tree Demon Granny Shao Yannong began wailing to the heavens and beating the earth. That desolate, grief-stricken cry sounded as though his heart and guts had been torn apart, as though his heart had shattered and he had died.
However... in the next instant, Tree Demon Granny's cries turned into delighted laughter.
"Good! Good! He died wonderfully! Now... Granny is single again! I can look for handsome young men again!"
Tree Demon Granny Shao Yannong wiped away his tears and looked coyly at Black Mountain Old Demon. With a graceful bow, he said, "Lord Black Mountain is wise and mighty. I have admired you for a long time and only regret that I cannot offer myself to warm your bed. Now that I am alone and helpless, I hope Lord Black Mountain will take me in. I will certainly serve you with all my heart!"
"Ah?"
Ji Ning stared at the scene in utter shock!
What a freak! What a horror! This Shao Yannong... was beyond saving, wasn't he?
"Get lost..."
Upon hearing Shao Yannong mention offering himself to warm his bed, the normally cold-faced Black Mountain Old Demon shuddered all over. His face turned slightly pale, and he even... retched dryly.
"Lord Black Mountain, my devoted heart..."
"Devoted my ass!"
Black Mountain Old