The monster "looked" deeply at Meng Zhao. Though it had no eyes, that was precisely what made it so strange—it truly was looking. Meng Zhao could even feel an invisible gaze sweeping over the surface of his body.
"Kid, how about we make a deal? Hand over the kid beside you, and give me a drop of your vital blood. In return, I can give you the Sheji Cauldron, along with the boundless power hidden within it. What do you think?"
The monster proposing a deal was truly astonishing, yet it was a fact.
The monster still retained a human side; it had merely been steeped too deeply in corruption and had already lost its humanity.
It could still think, weigh gains and losses, even deceive and lay traps. It was a cunning creature, not some mindless brute with immense strength but the brains of a pig.
"Haha, that sounds nice enough. But if things truly went as you said, once you obtained Mu Yi's body and successfully possessed it, you would immediately break free of your shackles. You could wield the vast power of the Hidden Dragon Vein, and with the Sheji Cauldron in hand, if you went back on your word, what could I possibly do to you?"
In truth, given Meng Zhao's current insight, this monster should have valued his vital blood and Mu Yi's body far more. The power of the Hidden Dragon Vein and the Sheji Cauldron might not even have been within its considerations.
First, as a bizarre conglomeration, only by obtaining Mu Yi's body and successfully possessing it could it regain a human body and truly come back to life, rather than remain a monster capable only of using peculiar primordial-energy arts and tricks of light to form such a phantom.
This monster