Xu Zhi did not particularly believe in these ghost stories, nor could she be bothered to listen to Jiang Qing speak in riddles.
"What I distrust most is prophecy, plans, and destiny."
"Since you won't tell me, I'll try it myself."
With that, Xu Zhi snatched Jiang Qing's longsword. Recalling what Jiang Qing had done before, she had Little One bind Jiang Qing to prevent her from moving recklessly. Then the blade sliced across Jiang Qing's abdomen, opening a wound much like the one on the corpse not far away.
As Jiang Qing's blood poured out, that sweet, enticing fragrance became even more pronounced.
When Xu Zhi reached her hand into Jiang Qing's body, goosebumps suddenly rose along her arm. The sensation was simply too strange.
It was as though Jiang Qing's flesh and blood were tangling around her, drawing her in, trying to drag her deeper.
No, that was not right. It was not flesh and blood, but the extraordinary attribute within Jiang Qing's body.
"Damn it, are you a Lamp instead of a Cup?"
Xu Zhi restrained herself from reaching deeper and stared uncertainly at the pale-faced Jiang Qing. At those words, Jiang Qing frowned, faint disgust showing on her face. It was probably disgust toward [Cup].
It seemed they were not on the same side.
Having confirmed that, Xu Zhi continued deeper, until her fingers stopped at the location of the talent circuit in reality.
She did not actually know how Jiang Qing absorbed other people's talent circuits. She was merely trying it at random, yet the moment she drew close to the talent circuit, she instinctively understood this "method."
In that instant, the [Lamp]-attribute extraordinary circuit within her body seemed to have caught the scent of delicious food. Its dormant little tentacles all came "alive," even