Fortune-Telling

The instant Li Huowang turned around, his head became a blood-and-flesh Hong Zhong mahjong tile. "You know us, young man?"

"Interesting." Su Lin turned to Zhang Heng, his ink-dark eyes fixed on him, and smiled.

"I've heard of things like that. Information spreads to other worlds, rather like those Jin Yong and Gu Long martial arts instances we once went through."

Several Dharma Artifacts appeared in Han Li's hands as he retreated behind the others, his gaze sweeping over Zhang Heng and Chu Lingyun.

Chu Lingyun, who had been using Telepathy to listen to Zhang Heng's thoughts, found that his inner voice had suddenly become exceptionally clear.

I'm dead. I might not even be able to die.

I've been parasitized?! He must have parasitized me already!

Thoughts of the Great Love Immortal Venerable, the Forgetful Dao, Parasitism by the Angel of Time, a party-wiping engine, the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, Demonic Master Hanguang, and countless others surged like a tide. As Zhang Heng's guard slipped and his mind fell into disarray, she gleaned some information.

Her breath stopped. Her face, healthy-looking only moments ago, turned deathly pale, and she could only look to Shi Hao for help.

"They're all joking with you, young man," Lu Mingfei suddenly said, stepping forward. "Those names are all aliases. Didn't see that coming, did you?"

"Hahaha, they believed it! They believed it!" Li Huowang pointed his thumb at the two of them and laughed. "I told you these names were great for messing with newcomers."

Su Lin shook his head and walked up to the pair. Their thoughts had clearly stalled, but they remained on guard, secretly gathering their strength.

"We all changed our names. You have to understand, the Reincarnation Space contains everything imaginable, even things like the Death Note. Generally speaking, it's better