Chen Mo's numbness-and-itching punishment could be said to have rendered him tremendous service.
Whenever he caught someone and wanted a confession, no matter how strong-willed the fellow was, as long as the numbness and itching struck once or twice, they would answer whatever he asked. It was practically a divine interrogation technique.
But today, after Chen Mo used the numbness-and-itching punishment, the fellow dangling from his hand showed no reaction whatsoever. He could even see a trace of disdain on the fellow's deathly pale face.
Oh?! Chen Mo was rather delighted. He hadn't expected to find someone who wasn't afraid of numbness and itching. What an excellent experimental subject!
Hmm? No, she should be an experimental ghost—a Half-Human Half-Ghost!
He tightened his grip slightly on the Half-Human Half-Ghost in one hand, but the fellow in his grasp seemed to feel neither short of breath nor discomfort from being choked. She remained exactly as she had been.
"Interesting." The numbness and itching had no effect, and neither did gripping her neck. Chen Mo had even realized that this fellow had no heartbeat and no breathing, like a corpse.
Yet she had blood and could be injured and cough up blood. It was truly strange.
He really had no idea what this fellow was made of. Had she been refined into this state after dying, or something?
After cultivating for so long, the first strange fellow Chen Mo had encountered was Zu Liming of Cambodia, the fellow who had slept beneath Angkor Wat for nearly a thousand years. He no longer counted as human, but was instead something like a monster.
But that was only because of his cultivation and an opportunity that had granted him a certain ability.
Now, Chen Mo had encountered another strange fellow, and this one was even