Just as Jiang Hao was about to search the snake lair, he suddenly sensed something and sharply turned toward the stone wall beside him.
"Still trying to hide? Come out."
As he spoke, he cast a soul-capturing spell and grabbed toward the stone wall. A black shadow was instantly dragged out and seized before Jiang Hao. Only then did he see that it was the soul of the Man in Black who had led him here earlier.
That fellow had been reduced to bones by a mouthful of poisonous breath from the Black Snake Demon. Jiang Hao had not expected his soul to be hiding here.
The great snake was a Golden Core demon, and its soul was solid and somewhat cultivated, so Jiang Hao had used a talisman. As for the soul before him, it was little different from an ordinary person's. Jiang Hao could easily seize him with a hand seal.
"Great Immortal, spare my life! Great Immortal, spare my life!"
The Man in Black begged.
Speaking of it, this fellow had aided evil. Jiang Hao ought to have scattered his soul. Even if he entered the underworld, he would be sentenced to hell and punished.
"I want to know this: you are clearly human, so why do you carry Demonic Aura? Why does the circulation of your spiritual power differ from normal?" Jiang Hao asked, voicing his doubt.
"Reporting to Great Immortal, we were originally a band of brigands. We were captured by our master—no, by the Black Snake Demon—and made into his servants and slaves. To make us more useful, he altered our bloodlines. More than a dozen of us brothers had the bloodline of wild mountain cats sealed into our bodies. He turned us into things neither human nor demon, and placed restrictions on us.