The reflected light on that knife sent a chill down his spine.
"Oh, don't mind it. This knife is pretty magical—it specializes in killing scumbags. I once used this dagger to stab someone to death more than thirty times in a row..."
"??!"
That was completely insane!
Even the King of Night was stunned.
And the King of Night felt like Chen Luo was specifically targeting him.
After all, the King of Night was a zombie and could revive, so he met the conditions for being stabbed to death dozens of times.
"I told you, don't misunderstand. The person I stabbed to death wasn't a zombie, but a nightmare. He didn't have the ability to revive either. I revived him more than thirty times before stabbing him to death more than thirty times," Chen Luo said, waving a hand as he tried to clear up the King of Night's misunderstanding.
That was even more insane!
Killing someone was one thing!
But reviving them more than thirty times, then stabbing them to death more than thirty times—what kind of blood feud was that?
"No, we had a pretty good relationship. You could even call us friends. It was just that he was involved in the fulfillment of several wishes, so I had no choice but to let him make a small sacrifice."
"..."
The King of Night suddenly became curious. Did the wishes tied to that unlucky fellow Chen Luo had stabbed to death more than thirty times offer more rewards, or did his own wish offer more?
"By common sense... yours offers more," Chen Luo said calmly.
"I'll go make the Living Treasure Orb for you right away." The King of Night's sense of crisis instantly reached its peak.
The person before him had been willing to stab his friend