Master of Ten Thousand/l | Yin Yang City | Ren Yi | River Witch | Luo Yan | Yu Xing | Zhao Mou | Brother Jiu | Aran | Ghost Wine

The ancients had long worshiped totems, with different patterns carrying different meanings. In the eyes of those who could truly come into contact with ghosts and gods, totems were even more mysterious.

As River Witch looked at the three totems appearing before her eyes at once, she was not only alarmed, but also utterly baffled.

She had never seen anyone with three completely different designs tattooed on their body—three patterns that were more than mere decorations and truly possessed power.

Wasn't that like pledging allegiance to three different factions at once? How could the beings behind those patterns possibly tolerate such "disloyalty"?

The question flashed through River Witch's mind, but was quickly swallowed up by the growing sense of danger.

She couldn't help trembling.

An indescribably strange feeling emanated from the three patterns. River Witch could sense that the power inside the young man before her was disharmonious. It seemed to be holding itself in check to avoid conflict, but at that moment, every single force was turning its aim on her!

Damn it, what had this body been through?

This was no vessel she could take over!

Damn it, damn it! She should never have chosen this person. When the soul-repairing ritual couldn't continue, she should've tossed him aside and left him to fend for himself!

But now she had already triggered the "restrictions" on this body. Once the man woke up, he would know exactly what had happened. She couldn't even keep stabbing him with her silver needles; if the powers in those totems ran wild, she'd be in for it.

River Witch's gaze turned vicious. Ignoring the silver needles scattered across the floor, she cautiously reached into the clay jar and took out a sharp knife.

The blade was so finely honed that it caught the light