With his crazed side severed, Si Xiang was like a salted fish that had been dried out and stuck to the ground. He did not care that his memories were severely damaged; even with his consciousness torn apart, he merely lay there playing dead, waiting for himself to recover.
Over here, Qin Yang had turned into a hundred thousand whys, brazenly firing off every sort of question and hoping Si Xiang would answer.
Yet the things this fellow still remembered were either incomplete or completely forgotten. His words were all over the place. All he could remember was that he needed to wait here and stop those who came afterward.
If they were Fengdu Great Emperor's people, he was to have them wait here with him. Like the two roadblockers they had encountered earlier—they had been Fengdu Great Emperor's people and had been assigned hard labor by Si Xiang.
If other people came, it would be best if he could persuade them to submit. If not, then so long as their purposes did not conflict, it did not matter.
But if they were the Lord of the Manor's people, then anyone who could not be persuaded had to be killed.
According to Si Xiang, he had encountered several people before. Unfortunately, the only two he still remembered and had an impression of were those two.
One had apparently been an exceptionally powerful Sword Cultivator in life, a ruthless figure whose will was pure and unwavering, whose entire consciousness world had been compressed into a single sword. Si Xiang's thought-twisting divine ability probably could not penetrate him.
If he forcibly used his divine ability, the chance of suffering backlash from the other party was simply too high.
There was another person whom he always felt he knew, yet could not remember.