The Old Woman's voice abruptly turned cold, and the surrounding memory scenes began to twist violently.
"Do you think I can't kill you?"
Lin Cheng frowned slightly, recalling his earlier visit to the Caesar Hotel, when he had gone to ask for the Firewood Cleaver to awaken the Tall Male Corpse.
Back then, some terrifying supernatural force had nearly replaced him outright.
"Don't make it sound so nice," Lin Cheng replied coldly in his mind.
"Didn't you already try when I first awakened Li Qingzhi?"
"I really did almost go down that time!"
The Old Woman snorted. "You certainly are confident. If I put everything on the line right now, you would die!"
Lin Cheng's gaze remained firm. He showed no sign of backing down.
"You won't."
"Because you still need to save your strength to see him."
"Besides, I don't believe the you of today can kill the me of today."
A suffocating silence fell over his mind.
Several full seconds passed.
Only then did the Old Woman's voice sound again, carrying a hint of warning.
"Hmph."
"If you wake us over something this trivial again, I will make you pay."
As her words faded, the Old Woman carrying a grocery basket in his memories froze once more.
It was as though everything that had just happened had been an illusion.
The memories continued to transfer steadily.
Inside the grave pit.
Luo Qian's tightly shut eyes slowly opened. He shook the grave soil off his face and sat up in the pit.
He glanced at Lin Cheng, his voice weathered.
"That's just how Meng Xiaodong is. Her feelings for him run deep, and she's afraid you'll disturb his rest."
"You're one of the few outstanding members of the younger generation I've met. You've already done very well. Managing this