The Mentality Exploded, Finished in One Chapter

When luck ran bad, even drinking cold water could get your teeth wedged.

Qin Yang felt that saying truly made sense.

He had only wanted to reward the Yin Bei Beast by bringing it to the Great Canteen for a hearty meal. Then he discovered something happening at the Ghost Pit and thought he might as well give the Nether Saint Sect another pull backward.

That was all.

Who would have thought that a White Ghost projection would appear in this damned place—something he could neither hit nor touch.

If that were all, Qin Yang naturally understood that no one could achieve such a thing. Even a Dao Monarch, with only a projection, could not do this. For the other party's projection to manage it, there had to be severe restrictions.

Given the temperament of the fellow before him, he could not even be bothered to talk to Qin Yang, simply doing his own thing.

Calling this White Ghost arrogant was not quite accurate. He was more like a deranged lunatic who acted without restraint, with no bottom line and no values resembling those of humanity. He would not think anything he did was wrong, nor would he think it was right.

It was like pure curiosity.

If he could, he would definitely dissect Qin Yang and slice him apart, then do whatever he pleased without ever considering Qin Yang's wishes.

Thus, Qin Yang knew that if he could not touch the other party, then the price of the other party maintaining this state was surely that he could not touch Qin Yang either.

By Qin Yang's usual habits, when encountering such a situation, he would most likely start a verbal barrage, chatting with the other party from the southern sky to the northern sea—as if he had run into