After watching Chen Mo sit down, the skeleton spoke without reservation. "Sit easy. Even if I wanted to harm you now, I have no way to do so."
Chen Mo said somewhat awkwardly but politely, "It's a habit. I'm used to guarding against others, so I developed this habit."
Upon hearing that, the skeleton said nothing more. He casually placed the piece of silk in his hand onto the stone platform and said, "Would you like to hear my story?"
"I..." Before Chen Mo could say whether he was willing or not, the skeleton did not even look at him and simply began recounting matters related to himself.
He seemed to be retelling the past, yet also observing it from the outside. As he spoke of what had happened to him, he remained utterly calm, as though those events had nothing to do with him.
As the skeleton began recounting his experiences, Chen Mo became somewhat interested in him—no, in Du Xing. He had not expected this fellow to possess such high cultivation, yet have such pitifully low emotional intelligence.
Take the incident where he had been fooled into wiping out the entire Song family. Others had clearly been pulling strings behind it all, yet Du Xing had actually believed it.
What the hell? This was not merely low emotional intelligence. His brain had to be missing something for him to believe such a lie. If it had been Chen Mo, he would definitely have investigated to see whether things had truly happened that way.
Even if such a thing had really occurred, Chen Mo would not have made a move himself. They were not even a cultivator family, merely ordinary people with a few rudimentary martial skills. He could have simply found a strong ordinary man and used him