Hunter Thirsts for Blood (Twenty-Four)
"Your condition is certainly interesting."
"Was that how you got the whip earlier, too?"
Deng Feizhou had relaxed by now and was studying Fu Qian carefully.
"No."
Fu Qian waved his hand, showing off Tyrant's Fist.
"Actually, it's the effect of this thing. I got it by chance."
"An interesting item. It contains the power of a curse."
Looking at the oddly shaped ring, Deng Feizhou showed no surprise. Instead, he smiled and nodded.
This guy had seen through it ages ago. He'd been testing me just now.
Fu Qian thought to himself.
What a tough one!
Good thing he'd always maintained his fine virtue—honesty.
He didn't lie unless he had to.
From Deng Feizhou's words, Fu Qian had also picked up on something else.
"You know everything the puppet sees?"
"Quick on the uptake."
Deng Feizhou gave him an approving look.
"That's right. I can share all the senses of anyone I possess, even when they're lying low."
"Then I'm sorry about crushing your body back there. That must have hurt."
"It's all right. I was the one who tested you first."
Deng Feizhou's smile didn't fade.
"You don't need to test me, either. A puppet's death does affect me to some extent, but not severely."
"I misjudged you at Wen Li's house. You're quite good at hiding your presence."
"Thanks for the compliment. I just have a habit of keeping a low profile."
"What about Chen Mingda? Did he know you'd possessed him?"
"Of course Chen Mingda didn't know. He was a little extreme, but he wasn't stupid."
"Honestly, I don't like doing this. It's like splitting off a part of myself.
The sensation of my body and even soul being torn apart is quite unpleasant."
As he patiently explained, Deng Feizhou raised