"Wolf-hearted and dog-lunged" was usually an insult for someone cruel and ungrateful, but here, Lin Feng saw a literal example.
The Jin Family member was using his entire body's strength to sustain his Brain God.
He was not a cultivator. His blood and vital energy could not sustain a Brain God, and forcibly awakening it had brought devastating consequences.
Even overusing the brain could cause a whole host of serious problems, such as neurasthenia, let alone awakening a Brain God alone.
Everything else was weak. If his entire body were a nation, nine-tenths of its resources went to the brain, while the remaining tenth was divided among everything else.
Was this man a brain in a vat? How could he survive?
And the method he had used to awaken his Brain God clearly was not Daoist. It was more like the dark arts Lin Feng had used in the South Seas, forcibly awakening one of the Eight Gods of the Upper Scene.
That was why he had forcibly replaced his organs. The jars beside him held his spares.
The sight made the spot between Lin Feng's brows twitch.
He felt almost numb.
Smelling a living person, the hungry Ghosts crawled over. Two Azure Dragons flew from Lin Feng's sleeves, and the lashes of the Demon-Binding Rope kept these starving Ghosts from approaching.
They cowed these starving Ghosts into submission.
Bald Bird glanced over.
To be honest, calculations and planning were within his capabilities. Dealing with these hungry Ghosts was beyond him.
But seeing the state of the Jin Family member before them, Bird frowned.
"He's using methods passed down from the west. What a hodgepodge he's learned."
His voice was very quiet.
At this distance, however, Bird's heartbeat, the smell of his sweat, his pulse—everything about him was under Lin