"Nightmare Binding!"
Seeing this familiar Suppressing-Death Art again startled Tang Changsheng.
What startled him even more was how sophisticated it was. He had never seen its like in his life.
The dark shadow seemed to be feeding on Zhen Wuren's Fortune. Each time it swallowed a little, it grew stronger.
Which master of the unorthodox arts devised this? What a wild idea!
Tang Changsheng recognized it at a glance and muttered to himself.
In a world that had suffered such a great calamity, cultivating by orthodox methods was difficult. People had resorted to every crooked path imaginable.
Some cultivated ghosts; others practiced witchcraft. Now he had seen someone stealing another person's Fortune for his own use...
Tang Changsheng had no wish to meddle. With everyone reduced to this, why should he spoil someone else's plans?
He was no embodiment of justice. Whether someone cast spells on ordinary people was none of his concern—at least, not outside Lower River.
Just as Tang Changsheng decided to stay well clear of the matter, a wisp of shadow separated from Zhen Wuren and stretched toward him.
It seemed to have sensed the powerful Qi Mechanism within Tang Changsheng...
A presence that faint could not even penetrate the divine light protecting his body. Why would Tang Changsheng take it seriously?
Still, it had crossed a line. Tang Changsheng gave a cold laugh. "Why bring this on yourself?"
He was about to teach the fellow beside him a lesson he would never forget.
But then Tang Changsheng sensed something wrong. While his attention had been drawn to the shadow above, a glimmer as thin as a hair had crept along the floor and bitten into his calf.
"A Gu Worm!"
Tang Changsheng's heart tightened. He had used Gu Worms to ambush others time and again, only