By rights, if you can't see something, it can't hurt you. I couldn't see the Evil Ghost, which meant there was no connection between us.
Then that creates a paradox.
Either the rules I learned before were wrong, or something can break through those rules.
The latter is less likely than the former. After all, the power of customs is immense.
Let's work from the first possibility.
If there was no connection, why did the Evil Ghost dress me and kill me? When did I establish a connection?
What unusual thing did I just do?
I absorbed the Kiln worker's vital essence!
That's where the problem lies!
Something's wrong with the Kiln worker.
At that thought, Lin Feng abruptly stopped what he was doing. A mass of vital essence flowed into his finger, and it began to writhe. Lin Feng struck with Sword Talisman: Break the Army, sending a flash of sword light down.
The finger fell to the ground and instantly transformed into the Kiln worker's ordinary-looking figure. He hadn't lied. Their vitality really was extraordinary.
His face remained expressionless. "I told you, you can't kill—"
As he spoke, his expression changed for the first time. He looked behind Lin Feng in alarm.
Lin Feng smiled faintly. "Bye."
He immediately closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, everything before him was clear.
The Kiln worker had vanished completely. Not a single drop of blood had spilled from Lin Feng's severed finger.
A new finger grew, from bone to nerve endings, flesh, and nail.
"Nothing lives forever. Workers need to study and better themselves too."
Lin Feng spoke calmly.
"Especially you people from the Kiln. You've lived for so many years. Don't be like the Hui Family's Grand Elder, or you'll pay for it."
This time, the Kiln worker