"I'm your daddy."
Lin Feng's words left his opponent stunned.
For a moment, even the wind seemed to freeze.
The heads covering his head were shocked beyond words, like Shi carvings.
"What did you say?"
The man seemed not to have understood. Pointing a trembling finger at Lin Feng, he asked again.
"I'm your daddy."
Lin Feng repeated himself.
He found it strange. He had heard of people picking up money, but who went out of their way to pick up insults?
The man went numb.
His question just now had not been a simple inquiry. It was cursecraft: an interrogation of fate.
He knew the investigation team members' names because he had devoured the flesh and blood of the young men who had come to investigate, acquiring their memories.
Every year on these team captains' birthdays, their workplace would give them some "gifts."
Anyone paying attention could remember the dates with a single glance.
Some might have remembered, then forgotten.
This shaman had helped them review their memories and recall them.
He could frighten these people with mocking tricks, but faced with the three who had suddenly appeared, the shaman went on full alert.
Not one of these three was ordinary.
Especially the Daoist who still had his head. The sight of him genuinely made the shaman's liver ache.
Back then, this very man had swept past in a rush, with God’s generals and heavenly soldiers following behind him.
Fortunately, he had been in a hurry and ignored the shaman.
Later, several young Daoists had arrived. These young Daoists had used Talismanic Seals to suppress him here before hurrying into the mountains themselves.
He had no idea what had happened.
None had returned the way they came.
As for the man wearing a mask, what he carried on his