What was going on? Why had this kid's aura suddenly grown so powerful? It was like he'd become a different person.
Could he still have another trick up his sleeve?
Lu Nian sensed the strange aura radiating from Mo Xie. He frowned, his expression darkening as he watched him warily.
"Urgh..."
Lu Zhenghe, dangling in midair, cried out in pain. The hand around his throat tightened, turning his face red and making it hard to breathe. He looked moments from suffocating.
Mo Xie gave Lu Zhenghe an indifferent glance, then looked at Lu Nian's grim face. A wicked smile curled his lips.
"You really do care about your brother. In that case, you can have him back!"
The next instant, he moved the hand holding Yama. Its blood-red blade plunged into Lu Zhenghe.
"You dare, kid!"
Lu Nian roared, but he was too late to stop him. He could only watch as the blade pierced his brother's abdomen.
Squelch!
Pain tore through Lu Zhenghe's abdomen. Blood poured from his mouth and wound as he stared in disbelief at the blade lodged in his body.
Was he... was he really going to die?
At last, he turned his hollow eyes toward his elder brother, Lu Nian. A trace of pleading remained in them. He hoped Lu Nian could save him.
But then the blade in his abdomen gleamed blood-red, and the blood flowing from his wound began to vanish.
It was not vanishing so much as being absorbed by Yama. The more blood the blade drank, the brighter its crimson glow became.
Gradually, Lu Zhenghe's skin dried out. His lips and face turned pale, as though he had gone days without water.
Then his body shriveled into something like a dried corpse. It was a horrifying sight!
"What the hell did