While the others negotiated with the River Haunt, Yu Xing appeared to be standing beside Ghost Wine, lost in thought. In reality, he had already sent his invisible branchlike tendrils around the enormous clay statue and behind it.
The River Haunt had no fixed source for its voice, probably because the surrounding river was part of it. As Yu Xing listened to its feigned calm, he scoffed at the lies woven through its words.
Apart from Nie Lang, whose intelligence was anyone's guess, no one present could possibly believe the River Haunt's nonsense.
Admittedly, the River Haunt had indeed been born from the great flood caused by Master of Ten Thousand and the wealthy merchants of Fengtou Town. Perhaps many twists of fate had played a part, along with the conceptual power of Yin Yang City's evil god, allowing a stretch of water to rise to the level of a false god.
But when the River Haunt claimed that Master of Ten Thousand and the other villains were dead, and that its karma with Fengtou Town had run its course, leaving it with almost no ties to the place, Yu Xing could only laugh.
What a joke. The River Haunt's ties weren't limited to Master of Ten Thousand and the others. Before malevolent spirits of ill intent arose in the Ye River, it had first been the river that guarded Fengtou Town for generations!
That bond was even stronger than karma, as solid as the rules of the world itself. The River Haunt might truly want to expand outward, but Fengtou Town would undoubtedly be its first target.
Without destroying Fengtou Town, the River Haunt could never gain "freedom." Its bond was not just to the town's residents, but to the land itself.
So...
The River Haunt wasn't telling the