My Sins Are My Responsibility
With a look of surprise, Quan Yi stared at the one before him, the conscious entity, and thought to himself:
Is this guy here to pick a fight?
The conscious entity formed from Killing Intent laughed loudly. "How rude. You and I are one to begin with. Of course I can hear what you're thinking."
The moment he finished speaking, Killing Intent raised a hand and blocked the attack from Quan Yi's soul body.
In the middle of their exchange, Quan Yi had directly swung his fist, smashing it viciously toward his own slightly show-offish cheek.
But when he felt the strength in the other party's hand, along with that predictive defense, he also believed the other party's explanation.
He withdrew his fist, stepped back, spread his hands, and said, "Looks like there's nothing I can do to you.
Tell me, then. How do I break free from this situation?"
Quan Yi was not worried that the other party would refuse to answer, because, just as he had said himself, the two of them were one. His inner voice could be sensed by the other party, and the reverse was also true.
Killing Intent smiled helplessly and quipped, "You really don't play by the rules. Should I say, as expected of me?
Fine. Since you've already more or less understood the situation, I won't keep you in suspense.
That's right. Just as you think, I am the Evil Thought in your heart.
I am about to conduct the Heart-Questioning Test on you. I hope you can pass my trial. Otherwise, 'I' will completely replace your soul and take control of this body."
This blunt answer made Quan Yi feel extremely satisfied.
"Good. Make your move. I'll take it."
With a sweep of Killing Intent's hand,