Li Banfeng drove the pendulum into Rong Jin'an's head.
Rong Jin'an lay on the ground, his body convulsing violently.
Li Banfeng had known all along that he was not dead. Though Rong Jin'an had put on a convincing act, Li Banfeng could sense danger from him.
The reason he had brought him back to the Portable Abode was to please the Home Spirit.
Though she could not really be called a Home Spirit. Li Banfeng still could not call her by name.
For now, he would still call her Wife.
Wife had said that the food was never fresh, and Li Banfeng felt deeply ashamed.
Hiss, hiss. The phonograph stirred.
Clatter, clatter. The phonograph had been waiting for a long time. "My lord~~ You truly cherish your little slave, bringing back such fresh delicacies."
Li Banfeng nodded. "Please eat, phonograph."
"Thank you, my lord~"
A cloud of steam wrapped around Rong Jin'an, and his body shook even more fiercely.
Slurp, slurp. Li Banfeng seemed to hear the sound of someone slurping noodles, though he had no idea what the phonograph was slurping.
Only Rong Jin'an knew.
At that moment, the phonograph was devouring his soul thread by thread. It felt as if someone were slicing his flesh away, cut after cut, with a knife.
He wanted release sooner, but he could not die just yet.
In the depths of his agony, Rong Jin'an actually thought of Qin Xiaopang, who could not die even when he wanted to.
While the phonograph slurped up his soul, Li Banfeng continued examining Rong Jin'an's wound.
Why was the wound not bleeding?
After watching for a moment, Li Banfeng understood. The wound was bleeding, but the instant the blood flowed out, the pendulum swallowed it, leaving no trace behind.
The pendulum could drink blood.
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