Zhang Chen vs. Tomie

"Did Wang Yizhi ask you to do this?"

Zhang Chen was not anxious in the slightest. He used a large ladle to pour the stewed radish beef soup into two small bowls, sprinkled them with pre-cut scallions, then turned around and handed one bowl to Tomie.

"Yes." Tomie nodded, casually took it, and sipped the steaming beef soup at her lips.

"What if I refuse?"

Holding the small bowl, Zhang Chen leaned against the wall by the kitchen entrance and asked Tomie, who stood by the window opposite him.

"The senior said this was something that had to be done for your own good."

Zhang Chen lowered his head without speaking. He looked at the beef soup in his bowl and slowly set it on the stove beside him. Then, his gaze suddenly froze. Parts of his limbs entered White Ghoul form, and propelled by his feet, he instantly arrived before Tomie.

Crack!

One hand seized Tomie by the throat while the other tore open a high-level spatial rift beside her.

With a whoosh, the two of them vanished from the room.

In a patch of terraced fields on the outskirts of Jinxi County, where only a few farming households lived, a pale spatial crack opened and two figures emerged from within.

An old farmer working in the rice fields thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. Yet after rubbing them clean, he still saw the same bizarre sight before him. He immediately threw down the rice stalks in his hands and ran home.

After emerging from the spatial passage, Zhang Chen's hand was still clenched around Tomie's neck.

"Why is your gaze different from before? But this still isn't enough to kill me, is it...?"

Tomie showed no intention of resisting. Instead, she twisted her head one hundred