Lu Yin's mind flashed with Xiang Siyu's face. How should he answer? For a moment, he was caught in a dilemma.
Given everything he had been through over the years, he shouldn't have hesitated. Hesitation could mean he was about to lie, and that would be a huge mistake.
But now he was facing the Death Lord. A single word from him had sent Lu Yin flowing between hell and the human world, severing all his senses of the outside world. This overwhelming power, beyond imagination, had shattered his understanding of what was possible and transcended the limits of what living beings could do.
When facing the Death Lord, it seemed that making a mistake was only natural.
And yet he still hadn't answered. Should he lie or not? How should he choose?
Anxiety welled up inside him, leaving him unable to think clearly.
The anxiety kept gnawing at his mind, weighing on him.
Thousand Machine Strange Performance slowly turned its head to look at Lu Yin. "The Death Lord is asking you a question."
Lu Yin's voice was as low as it could get. "Because Xiang Siyu asked me to kill him."
He told the truth. He had considered two possibilities earlier. If the Death Lord had truly joined forces with Xiang Siyu, then deceiving him now wouldn't save Lu Yin; the Death Lord wouldn't spare him, and he would be in real danger.
On the other hand, even if the Death Lord hadn't joined forces with Xiang Siyu, she hadn't stopped him from telling the truth about this matter. It was a matter of the Main Dao, after all.
He only needed to do his own part.
Telling the truth was what he should do.
After a brief silence, the Death Lord's voice sounded again. "Go. You may