Ferocious-level Long-Neck Life Ghost

"Ran away?" Lu Xingshi looked at the clothes tossed into the concealed grass by the roadside, puzzlement rising in his heart. "That shouldn't be possible. How did he notice?"

"Could he be some one-in-ten-thousand genius?"

Judging from the other party's actions, he had indeed noticed the trace of curse power Lu Xingshi had left on him.

By Lu Xingshi's estimation, not even Qi Han would have been able to detect that thread of curse power. Yet Ling Zheng had easily sensed that something was wrong and responded accordingly.

"The possibility of him playing the pig to eat the tiger is low. Judging by the strength of the Big Red Opera Costume manifested by his fate pattern, he's definitely a rookie."

"Rebirth of a powerhouse doesn't seem likely either. His earlier performance was very green, though I can't rule out an act."

"But if it was an act, it was a little too convincing." Lu Xingshi hesitated, but did not touch the clothing.

There was no need to worry about the curse power on it. In about five hours, it would naturally dissipate.

It had only been a temporary mark to begin with. Naturally, Lu Xingshi would not make it permanent.

"Still, the monk may run, but the temple cannot. I can just go to his home."

Lu Xingshi did not harbor much ill will toward Ling Zheng. At most, he wanted to rob him; he had no intention of killing him.

Although he had lost track of him, he had not been entirely unprepared. Ling Zheng had indeed discarded his clothes, but while he had worn them, the evaporating curse power had lingered around his body, leaving behind a faint trail.

If Lu Xingshi had arrived another half hour later, that trail would have vanished.

As temporary curse power, it