"Does your world have Capital?" Lin Bai silently cast the Truth-Telling Spell on Zheng Tong.
"What's Capital?" Zheng Tong asked.
"Capital comes into the world dripping blood and filth from every pore. With fifty percent profit, it will take desperate risks; with a hundred percent profit, it will trample every law of mankind; with three hundred percent profit, it will commit any crime, even at the risk of being hanged—and it certainly won't mind hanging others," Lin Bai said. "How much profit do you think lies behind crossing into another world and doubling people's lifespans?"
"..." Zheng Tong fell silent.
"Slaughter the cultivators of another world and eliminate the risk of possession, and you can turn that world into your colony, extending your power into another real world," Lin Bai continued. "How many people do you think could resist that temptation? Don't tell me you have no idea about the interests involved when you've gone to such lengths to scheme against my Blood Sect."
"..." Zheng Tong remained silent. Of course he knew the reasons behind it; he simply refused to admit them. He wanted to argue, but what came out of his mouth was, "Of course I know. Players need their own bases in the Game World to expand quickly. Nobody wants you to survive the Tribulation Lightning..."
Suddenly.
His expression changed. "What did you do to me?"
"The Truth-Telling Spell," Lin Bai said. "From now on, you can only tell the truth, so you'd better think before you speak. If something is inappropriate, keep it to yourself if you can. We share a body now. We need honest communication."
"Motherfucker!" Zheng Tong snarled.
"What did you say?" Lin Bai asked.
"I fucking want to kill you. Who the fuck wants to share a body with you?" Zheng Tong