At the same time, Wang Sheng swept his gaze over the other two groups of people in the restaurant.
They had already started fighting, yet those two groups acted as if they had not seen a thing and continued eating and drinking there, showing no reaction to their battle at all.
How damn strange!
"What kind of illusion did this woman cast on them?"
"Hmm?"
Wang Sheng's eyes suddenly paused on two of them.
What had he seen?
One of them had not a single tear in his clothes, yet his chest had been cut open, and his whole body had collapsed back in his chair.
Another's clothes were likewise completely undamaged, but the person himself had been burned into charcoal.
Those two had clearly been perfectly fine before, yet now they were dead.
And what was more, the way they had died looked exactly like they had been struck by his attacks.
Wang Sheng's gaze returned to the woman once more as he thought inwardly, If this woman had been hit by me, and if she didn't have that bizarre ability, then this would probably be how she died.
"Damage transfer?"
Although it was somewhat hard to believe, that seemed to be the only possibility.
"Heehee!"
The woman laughed again, twisting her naked body as she said with a smile, "Little brother, you really are sharp! You actually found out again!"
At this point, an eerie light shimmered in the woman's eyes. "But even if you found out, so what? This soul skill of mine—how are you going to break it? Tsk, tsk!"
Wang Sheng's eyes turned cold, and he replied in a voice that made one's blood run chill, "Your soul skill uses these people to take injuries in your place, doesn't it?"
"But what if there are