Chen Mu looked pityingly at the crazed Liu Hongyang, at the ever-changing faces.
The man had absorbed the blood, qi, and essence of too many people, fused with too many memories. One moment he was lucid, the next confused. Being alive had become a kind of suffering instead.
"I am an envoy under Winter Moon Divine Lord! You can't kill me!" As if sensing danger, Liu Hongyang glared viciously at Chen Mu.
"If you kill me, you won't live either!"
Chen Mu could not help but sigh.
"After all those little schemes, where is your Divine Lord?"
Liu Hongyang's expression changed drastically.
One moment he answered obediently, the next he went mad, but in secret he had been constantly praying for Divine Lord's Blessing.
But...
"Divine Lord's Blessing, free of all taboos?" Chen Mu said softly.
Yet Liu Hongyang felt as though thunder had exploded beside his ears. His entire body shook as he stared at Chen Mu with bloodshot eyes. "How could you hear it?!"
I didn't expect that either.
Chen Mu looked at the dark rope as thick as his little finger.
Worthy of being the Ghost Binding Rope. It had not only bound Liu Hongyang's Ghost Soldier body, but also restrained his sinister Divine Ability.
Liu Hongyang's pleading prayers, sent through hidden fluctuations, had been intercepted by the Ghost Binding Rope and delivered into Chen Mu's ears.
"Senior Brother Liu, I'm curious. After praying for Divine Lord's Blessing, what were you planning to do to me?"
"No, no, no! Junior Brother, don't misunderstand..." Liu Hongyang repeatedly shook his head and waved his hands. But before he could finish, his entire body suddenly turned into a mass of Black Smoke, crashing in all directions.
"Senior Brother, you can't run."
Chen Mu spoke slowly as the Heart-Linking Rope in