My expression changed drastically. Wasn't this Corpse-Skin Devouring Souls? The one raising this corpse skin was Grand Sect Leader Mu Zhongping. I immediately shot him a dark look. "What do you mean? Release my ghosts!"
Mu Zhongping shook his head and said flatly, "Boy, you don't want to die, do you? That's why I gave you a way to solve this, didn't I? This is the solution. Have her open the door, and you'll be safe. She's merely a wisp of remnant soul, sustained by the vital energy absorbed by the Ghost Staff—a half-formed artifact spirit. Even if she cultivates into a sentient being, there's no way she can return to the original Zi Qingyun. Now that she and this corpse skin have become one, it's actually a form of extension. Of course, the vessel may be a little different. After all, that... forget it. Come up first. There's no way to change the situation now. Understand?"
"You! You actually played me!" My expression darkened as I glanced at the corpse skin. After devouring the Purple Ghost and taking possession of the Ghost Staff, it not only wore a royal robe identical to the Purple Ghost's, but even looked eighty percent similar. It was simply a little older, around thirty-five or thirty-six, and there were a few freckles beneath the corpse skin's eyes.
"First, let me say this again, Boy Xia: I haven't broken my promise. In fact, this was also done with your safety in mind. After all, no one knows what will happen once the seventh layer's gate opens. Don't you understand?" Mu Zhongping said coldly.
"Heh heh, it's just a human skin! Let's see if I don't peel it off!" I gritted my teeth, but before I could slap the Soul Urn, Nunu charged out in a