"Yes, yes, that's right!"
Ling Shui stared at the whip hanging behind him, trembling like chaff in a sieve.
Lu Chen pulled the Thousand Demons Visualization from his robe and asked coldly, "Then what exactly do the words in this book mean?"
"Reporting to the General, this lowly one... this lowly one only recognizes part of them! This book was passed down to me by my late master. He only taught me this one incantation that could reach ghosts and gods. I can't understand the rest either!"
Lu Chen's gaze turned icy.
Smack!
The whip cracked down. Ling Shui immediately let out a string of miserable screams and rolled across the floor.
"My lord! I truly didn't lie, I really didn't!"
"My lord, shall this subordinate use a Soul-Searching Art on him?"
Fan Rusong stepped forward to ask for instructions.
A Soul-Searching Art?
Lu Chen nodded his approval.
Mystic light flared in Fan Rusong's hand as she pressed it against Ling Shui's head. His ghostly body immediately shriveled as though drained dry, his facial features twisting into a knot.
"Husband!" the Red-Spotted Woman cried out.
Not long after, Fan Rusong transmitted a cluster of memories into Lu Chen's sea of consciousness.
Ling Shui, meanwhile, lay limp on the floor, his ghostly form blurred. The Soul-Searching Art was certainly effective, but it inflicted tremendous damage on the soul and could not be used carelessly.
But Ling Shui was no concern. It had been used, so be it.
This bastard had committed countless evils in life, perpetrating several massacres that wiped out entire families. In these memories, he had not even spared infants in swaddling clothes, using them all to refine his "Profound Water Transformation Art."
The more Lu Chen watched, the angrier he became. He pointed at the Red-Spotted Woman. "Search