The man's face was terrifyingly pale, his eyes sunken, while his lips were unnaturally crimson.
He sized up Lin Fan, then suddenly grinned. "You're not quite what I expected."
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. "And you are?"
"You don't need to know who I am. Answer me one question."
"Did you go to the Demon Vein Desolate Land?"
"I don't know what you're talking about." Lin Fan shook his head.
"Heh..."
The man gave a strange laugh and licked his lips. "The flesh and blood on your body must taste wonderful."
"I'm different from your Peak Master. I never need to weigh the pros and cons when I act."
"If I want someone dead, I kill them."
At this, he stared fixedly at Lin Fan and continued, "Do you want to die?"
A twisted, bizarre tentacle suddenly drilled out of the darkness, as though it had existed there all along. Its cold, sinister aura instantly filled the entire Talisman Pavilion.
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Can you speak like a human being?"
"If you don't want to die, that's fine too. Let me search your soul."
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan fell silent for a moment before pulling out Blood Demon Talismans, one after another. Their quality was naturally not very high, but there were truly a great many of them—over a hundred, packed densely together.
The Vajra Demonic Ape Talismans made up more than half of them.
"He's panicking."
A look of contempt appeared in the strange man's eyes.
In the darkness behind him, many more twisted, bizarre tentacles emerged. They were pitch-black from end to end, like pieces of flesh grown from some indescribable monster.
Yet in the next second, the man let out a mocking laugh. "Forget it. Now isn't the time to touch you."
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