From Douluo to Defying Heaven and Becoming a God Chapter 35

Fortunately, the youth had not completely died. As long as Jiang Chen's corpse poison eroded his soul, he would fully transform into a zombie, becoming a zombie with intelligence just like Jiang Chen.

If this youth's strength did not exceed Jiang Chen's by too much, he would be completely controlled by Jiang Chen. This control would sink deeper and deeper into his soul, making it impossible to shake off.

Having already received the youth's memories in his mind, Jiang Chen knew that the youth had not lied before; he truly did not know who his employer was.

Jiang Chen could only hope that once this youth turned into a zombie, he would be under his control, allowing him to rely on the youth to investigate who the mastermind was.

Having figured all this out, Jiang Chen deactivated his zombie state and stood up.

"Hmm?" Jiang Chen felt something and turned his head to look in the direction of Holy Soul Village, only to see a small head peeking out from behind a large tree a hundred meters away.

Seeing that Jiang Chen had discovered him, the small head retracted abruptly, hiding behind the large tree.

Because the distance was too great, Jiang Chen could not see clearly who it was. Just as he took a few steps, intending to go over and take a look, a small figure ran out from behind the tree and sprinted toward Holy Soul Village as if his life depended on it.

Jiang Chen was somewhat stunned; he was very familiar with that small figure—it was Tang San.

He then gave a bitter smile. The misunderstanding was huge now; having witnessed Jiang Chen drinking blood with his own eyes, Tang San would surely view him as a ferocious beast from now on and would not dare to have any contact with him again.

He shook his head, turned around, and walked back to the youth's side, waiting quietly.

The heart that had been stabbed earlier had already recovered. Zombies were difficult to kill unless one had items specifically designed to restrain them.

He carefully flipped through the youth's memories in his mind and discovered that this youth was actually somewhat pitiful.

The youth was named Jing Wuming and had once been the young master of a small sect. Unfortunately, his sect was wiped out when he was three years old. He was saved by a man named Jing Wuchang and raised to be an assassin.

From the age of six, Jing Wuming followed his foster father, Jing Wuchang, to learn how to kill. He was only ten years old this year, yet his soul power had already reached level nineteen, making him quite a decent genius.

What surprised Jiang Chen was that Jing Wuming actually possessed twin martial souls: his first martial soul was Shadow, and his second was Sword.

Earlier, Jing Wuming had utilized the first soul skill of his Shadow martial soul to hide within the tree's shadow.

"So he was hiding in the shadows; no wonder I couldn't find him." Jiang Chen finally understood.

"This martial soul is truly unique; he can hide anywhere there is a shadow."

Jing Wuming's current soul power level was nineteen, and he had an innate soul power of level eight upon awakening. Compared to most people, he already belonged to the genius tier.

After understanding Jing Wuming's situation, Jiang Chen's heart began to race. An innate soul power of level eight was already extremely gifted, and combined with twin martial souls, he was only slightly inferior to Tang San.

If he could control such a genius, he would have a capable assistant in the future. Furthermore, Jing Wuming's foster father was the leader of the assassin organization in Notting City, which meant Jiang Chen would have a great opportunity to take control of this organization later on.

In Jing Wuming's heart, this assassin organization was a behemoth, though he had no concrete concept of just how vast it was.

After about ten minutes, Jiang Chen suddenly felt an inexplicable connection. A strange sensation emanated from Jing Wuming, linking them together in the mysterious depths of their souls.

Jiang Chen was overjoyed, realizing that things were moving in a positive direction.

Before his eyes, the wound on Jing Wuming's stomach and the tooth marks on his neck began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, they vanished, leaving behind smooth skin.

Jing Wuming's eyes were dazed for a moment before clarity returned, and he stood up.

He looked at Jiang Chen before him with a complex expression, but in the end, he respectfully knelt on one knee.

"Master!"

Only then was Jing Wuming completely under Jiang Chen's control. This obedience stemmed from his very soul; even if Jiang Chen ordered him to die immediately, he likely would not resist in the slightest.