"Turns out, I'd been in the game all along?"
Xu Xiaoshou felt his entire worldview crack apart.
He had never imagined that Yu Lingdi, whom Cen Qiaofu and the other two had joined forces to kill, had been residing within his body all this time in the form of water.
Didn't that mean that, before encountering those two White Robes, he had still been trapped without even realizing it?
After exhausting every means and thinking he had escaped, this had to happen! Honestly speaking.
From Yanmang's emergence in the White Cavern, to Spirit-Melting Marsh, to Sword-Severing Prairie, and now...
Xu Xiaoshou was tired.
He was truly tired of running! No outcome was more despairing than thinking he had won, only to discover that he had lost so thoroughly that not even scraps remained.
Even if he really had been playing black-and-white chess and had truly been overturned by a godlike move, Xu Xiaoshou could still flip the board and refuse to pay up.
But this sense of defeat—being watched, being inhabited, being controlled from head to toe—truly, utterly robbed one of any will to resist!
"You win."
With a thud, Xu Xiaoshou dropped onto the ground.
Only when the wind blew over him did he realize that his entire body was already soaked through.
Cold.
Not ordinary cold.
From his limbs to his heart, then to his soul, every inch of him radiated a deathly chill.
"Why did you choose me?" Xu Xiaoshou asked blankly.
Yu Lingdi was still smiling.
His head grew directly out of Xu Xiaoshou's body. Blood mixed with pale water; with but a thought, he seemed able to end Xu Xiaoshou's life.
"Have you forgotten?"
He smiled as he replied, "From the very moment I appeared, my target had always been you."
Xu Xiaoshou's mind remained