His Life

Beichen alone was the most agitated. He stood rooted to the spot, staring fixedly at Xia Zimo. At times, his face softened with tenderness; at others, it twisted into a savage frenzy. Later, he began clawing violently at his scalp, his hands vicious and relentless. In an instant, he had raked his entire bald head beyond recognition, blood streaming down his face.

Suddenly, Beichen threw back his head and laughed wildly. His laughter was shrill and crazed. Before long, he was racing all over the place, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Guanyin Bi, over here! Come this way! There are way more Immortal Points over here! Hahaha, our luck's really turned this time..."

Xu Yi hated Beichen to the bone. If not for Xia Zimo's plaintive confession in her final moments, which still lingered in his mind, he would have carved Beichen up inch by inch right then and there.

As for Xia Zimo's plea that he escort Beichen back to Tianchan Temple, no matter how unwilling he was, he could not resist the sorrowful image that kept echoing through his mind.

At that moment, Beichen suddenly let out a frenzied howl. Startled, Xu Yi focused his gaze, but saw no sign of the Ghost Master possessing him. Looking again, Beichen's expression was clearly deranged, not an act at all. He was plainly losing his mind.

Xu Yi had guessed correctly. Beichen had indeed lost his mind.

The Ghost Master's two invasions had inflicted nearly irreparable damage on his soul.

At last, he had managed to recover his will quickly with the help of Xu Yi's Fire Gang Malice assault. But in his panic, he had thrust his sword into Xia Zimo.

Terror and remorse surged through him, sending the consciousness he had just recovered into violent upheaval.