An unremarkable, ancient sheet of music was brought back to Piltover. It was then placed together with a mask—the mask formed from the Book-Book Fruit that Yone had slain back then.
The meaning was simple: either become a new mask, or obediently do as it was told.
The Song Demon King was, after all, different from ordinary Devil Fruits. If it were directly transformed into a mask through slaying, its power could still be used, but it would lose the immortality it possessed before being slain, which would make what came next inconvenient.
Wu Yong's expression remained calm, but he let out a soft sigh. With another turn of his hand, a stack of formation disks appeared in it.
They clearly knew the other party had done it, but even if they called the police now and had Lin Na arrest him and bring him back to the station for questioning, he probably would not reveal the Xie father and son.
"Hmph, Lu Gui's son should have looked like this from the start." Xing Tian Huaying watched the doll become like this, then suddenly burst into hysterical laughter.
That was why she dared to take such a risk. This was a scheme within a scheme that she and Yao Ji had long planned: Yao Ji's spiritual consciousness would occupy her original body as bait, holding Lian Yi back and distracting him, while Ying Li Li herself used the Shadow Clone Technique to remain hidden in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to deliver Lian Yi a fatal blow.
Outside the rooftop of Central Tower, Xiang Que lay listlessly over the railing, gazing at Central's nightscape. A cigarette rested between his fingers, though he barely smoked it, while his eyes lingered on the dimly lit stretch ahead.
She was even