Devil Ancestor, You Must Die!

"Heh—" Jiang Che chuckled softly.

He seemed to understand something.

He truly was not the Devil Ancestor. After all, he had none of the Devil Ancestor's memories, even if he possessed a demonic heart and demonic bones!

But what did that prove?

"Interesting. Truly interesting..." Jiang Che laughed.

"Wasn't a reincarnation without memories equivalent to death? Though I don't know what methods you arranged... since you chose me as your reincarnated vessel, you're in for some real suffering!"

Jiang Che slowly walked up to the hairpin and gently placed his palm upon it.

An overwhelming resentment instantly erupted. The terrifying resentment even invaded Jiang Che's divine soul.

Yet the expression on Jiang Che's face remained as still as an ancient well.

After a long while, Jiang Che slowly lowered his arm, a teasing smile curling at his lips.

"Master? Interesting..."

Jiang Che shook his arm and prepared to leave. For the time being, he had no intention of dealing with this damn hole.

But just as Jiang Che was about to leave, an eerie, sinister voice sounded beside his ear. "Devil Ancestor? I found you!"

The strange voice brimmed with extreme sickness and delight.

Before Jiang Che, countless wisps of black mist gathered, gradually condensing into a bizarre, slender figure!

Its entire body was pitch-black, its teeth jutted grotesquely from its mouth, and its monkey face had completely rotted away. Its limbs were long and thin, while worms burrowed everywhere beneath its skin. One look at it sent one's SAN points plummeting.

"Devil Ancestor! You are the Devil Ancestor!!!"

The Ghost-Faced Stone Ape hopped around Jiang Che, continuously tearing at its own face with both hands. Its already bloody, mangled body became even more bizarre.

Jiang Che: "..."

He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression from the bizarre ape before