Soul on the Run

"Like right now, you've set your sights on killing me again."

Golden Cicada watched Muzi Li without expression, as if he were talking about something trivial.

That only made Muzi Li and the old Daoist more shaken. Muzi Li hadn't shown any murderous intent, and even the old Daoist hadn't sensed it.

But Muzi Li knew Golden Cicada was right. Just a moment ago, he really had felt the urge to kill him. He'd only suppressed it again almost at once.

He could sense even a murderous impulse that vanished in a flash?

What kind of monster was this?

"So, do you know me?"

Golden Cicada asked again.

Muzi Li couldn't answer. Neither could the old Daoist.

Because the truth could get them killed.

But Golden Cicada remained motionless, watching them as if waiting for an answer.

"You're mistaken. I mean you no harm."

Muzi Li could only reply in a cool, detached voice.

At that, a hint of amusement gradually appeared on Golden Cicada's face.

"My former self was a Dharma Idol—a killing one. I'm exceptionally sensitive to murderous intent. Even more so than..."

He cast a sidelong glance at the great hall that had emerged. His meaning was plain.

In certain ways, he was more perceptive than the other party.

Muzi Li's expression darkened. He looked at Golden Cicada with a complicated gaze. If Golden Cicada had no memories, then this must have been Qionghua Hall's arrangement.

"Does Qionghua Hall know you're investigating this?"

Golden Cicada was silent for a moment, then asked in return, "Does Qionghua Hall know you want to kill me?"

Both fell silent.

So only Golden Cicada knew of Muzi Li's murderous intent.

And only Muzi Li and the old Daoist knew that Golden Cicada was investigating his own body behind Qionghua Hall's back.