"Swallow it."
The One-Eyed Ghostman held out the black eyeball in his hand.
"This is the honor the Lord has bestowed upon you, and your mission as well."
The Three-Headed Hound opened the mouth on his middle head and swallowed the black eyeball whole.
Gulp.
As the eyeball entered his stomach, the Three-Headed Hound shuddered.
A terrifying aura erupted from his body. Strange, blood-colored patterns appeared across his pitch-black scales, and all three pairs of eyes turned utterly black, like six miniature black holes.
"Go."
The One-Eyed Ghostman patted the Three-Headed Hound's head, a vicious smile curling his lips.
"Find the person you know best. Only by his side will you be safest."
The Three-Headed Hound gave a low growl, then turned and plunged into the mist, disappearing.
Watching the Three-Headed Hound leave, the One-Eyed Ghostman murmured a few words.
"The seeds sown back then bear fruit this year. The Lord's favors aren't so easily pocketed—"
The scene ended abruptly.
Darkness swept in again, ejecting Li Xiang's consciousness from the memory.
"Hah—"
Li Xiang opened his eyes and gasped for breath, a fine sheen of cold sweat beading his forehead.
Those brief scenes had contained an enormous amount of information.
Seeing Li Xiang wake, Ye Qingyao immediately stepped forward and asked, "Well?"
Li Xiang steadied his breathing and slowly rose, his gaze turning exceptionally grave.
"I saw it."
He said heavily, "The instigator of the Killing Game is the Yellow Springs Three-Headed Hound, one of the seven Greater Ghosts."
"The Yellow Springs Three-Headed Hound?" Ye Qingyao frowned slightly. "The Greater Ghost that escaped from you before?"
"That's right."
Li Xiang nodded. He had not concealed his abilities from Ye Qingyao. After all, the Divine Dragon Venerable was many times more important than his handful of professions.
Ye Qingyao had hidden