Luckily, the boy wasn't completely dead yet. Once Jiang Chen's Corpse Poison had eroded his soul, he would turn completely into a zombie, becoming an intelligent zombie like Jiang Chen.
If the boy wasn't much stronger than Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen would be able to control him completely. That control would sink deeper and deeper into his soul, until it was almost impossible to escape.
Having already received the boy's memories, Jiang Chen knew he hadn't been lying earlier. He truly didn't know who his employer was.
Jiang Chen could only hope that once the boy turned into a zombie, he would be able to control him. Then he could rely on the boy to investigate who was pulling the strings.
Having thought it all through, Jiang Chen dispelled his zombie state and stood up.
"Hmm?" Jiang Chen sensed something and turned to look toward Holy Soul Village. A hundred meters away, a small head poked out from behind a big tree.
When the little head saw that Jiang Chen had spotted him, it immediately ducked back behind the tree.
The distance was too great for Jiang Chen to make out who it was. He had just taken a few steps, intending to go over and look, when a small figure darted out from behind the tree and sprinted toward Holy Soul Village as if his life depended on it.
Jiang Chen was taken aback. He knew that small figure very well—it was Tang San.
He could only smile bitterly. This was a huge misunderstanding. Tang San had seen him drinking blood with his own eyes; from now on, he would surely fear him like a tiger and wouldn't dare go near him again.
Jiang Chen shook his head, turned, and walked back to the boy's side to wait quietly.
The heart that had been pierced earlier had already healed. Zombies were difficult to kill unless one had something specifically capable of countering them.
He carefully sifted through the boy's memories and discovered that the boy had a rather pitiful past.
The boy was named Jing Wuming. He had once been the young master of a small sect, but the sect had been wiped out when he was three. A man named Jing Wuchang had rescued him and trained him to be an assassin.
Starting at six, Jing Wuming had learned to kill under his adoptive father, Jing Wuchang. He was only ten this year, yet his Soul Power had already reached level nineteen, making him a decent genius.
What surprised Jiang Chen was that Jing Wuming had Twin Martial Souls: his First Martial Soul was Shadow, and his Second Martial Soul was Sword.
Earlier, Jing Wuming had used the first Soul Skill of his Shadow Martial Soul to hide within the tree's shadow.
"So he was hiding in the shadow. No wonder I couldn't find him," Jiang Chen finally realized.
"This Martial Soul really is peculiar. He can hide anywhere there's a shadow."
Jing Wuming's Soul Power Level was currently nineteen. He had possessed Innate Soul Power of level eight when he awakened his Martial Soul, which already made him a genius compared with most people.
After learning about Jing Wuming's circumstances, Jiang Chen's heart stirred. Innate Soul Power of level eight was already extraordinarily impressive, and with Twin Martial Souls, he was only a little behind Tang San.
If Jiang Chen could control a genius like him, he would have a capable assistant at his side. What was more, Jing Wuming's adoptive father was the head of the assassin organization in Notting City. That meant Jiang Chen would have a good chance of taking control of the organization in the future.
In Jing Wuming's mind, this assassin organization was a colossal force. But he had no clear idea just how powerful it was.
About ten minutes later, a strange connection suddenly formed in Jiang Chen's heart. A peculiar sensation came from Jing Wuming, linking the two of them in some mysterious way.
Jiang Chen was delighted, realizing things were developing in his favor.
Before his eyes, the wound on Jing Wuming's stomach and the bite marks on his neck began shrinking at a visible speed. In the blink of an eye, they disappeared, leaving smooth skin behind.
Jing Wuming's eyes were somewhat unfocused, but after a moment, his gaze cleared and he stood up.
He looked at Jiang Chen before him, his expression complicated. In the end, however, he still knelt on one knee with reverence.
"Master!"
Only now was Jing Wuming fully under Jiang Chen's control. His obedience came from his very soul. Even if Jiang Chen ordered him to die on the spot, he probably wouldn't resist in the slightest.
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