Whenever the shadow puppeteer brought up its previous toy, its already strange and horrifying face twisted into an even more exaggerated, terrifying expression.
As Zhao Mou listened to the shadow puppeteer briefly explain Yiqing's origins, he realized it wanted the same information from him in return—where Yiqing was now, what she had "evolved" into, whether she was still consumed by resentment.
Damn it.
Is there some kind of law surrounding me? Zhao Mou thought. Every one of them is a runaway sweetheart of a ghost god, and the story always ends with the god chasing... chasing their believer all the way to the crematorium.
Of course, by "crematorium," he meant the god catching them and grinding their bones to dust, scattering even their souls to the winds.
Tsk. Why would such a bizarre phrase pop into my head? I really shouldn't read the weird novels Zhao Ruru sends me.
Zhao Mou shook his head, his face going as blank as his younger brother's.
In any case, he had no doubt that if Yiqing was caught by [Spirit] again, she would suffer an even more terrible fate than before.
But the situation inevitably reminded him of A Jiu, who had also caught [Them]'s attention after merging with a vengeful ghost...
What a pain. Putting himself in someone else's shoes, he couldn't betray his teammates, even if the one questioning him was a ghost-god vessel. And it was obvious that they hadn't just taken in [Spirit]'s former toy—they were also going to smash its current one.
That muddy false god seated in the underwater temple was still wreaking havoc across Fengtou Town.
Players and malicious ghost gods were destined to be enemies. Even Zhao Mou, who had just received one of its tickets, was no exception. After getting some information for free,