Chapter 910: Spirit Attachment
The youth was called Yang Wu.
His body was frail and thin.
A large horn grew from his blue head.
Beneath the horn was a vertical eye, followed by a pair of horizontal eyes.
When he opened his mouth, his tiny fangs were fully exposed.
Compared to him, the red-haired Daoist in a black robe threaded with gold looked more human.
Still, the two were six of one, half a dozen of the other. Neither had any right to laugh at the other.
"My lord, let's go!"
Yang Wu urged him impatiently.
"So impatient. Aren't you afraid that once your wish is fulfilled, I'll take your life?"
"I'm not."
"After all, this was what I promised you from the beginning."
"Interesting."
The red-haired Daoist standing beside the dragon's head laughed, seeing the youth before him in a new light.
Yet he still showed no intention of setting off. Instead, he turned the carving knife in his hand and measured it against the youth's forehead, as though searching for the right place to make the cut.
Yang Wu could feel the knife edge's sharpness. It made him want to shut his eyes at once, but he did not. He stared straight at the red-haired Daoist instead.
The red-haired Daoist said, "You're injured."
"At least I'm not dead yet."
Yang Wu was terribly anxious.
Lord Prefect had captured many people before. Not one of them had ever returned.
"I haven't used such a divine ability in many years."
The carving knife in Tu Shan Jun's hand seemed to have gained a spirit.
In an instant, he peeled away an entire sheet of demon dragon hide.
As the red-haired Daoist skinned the demon dragon, he also drained its blood into a crimson gourd. The gourd seemed impossible to fill;