After swiftly running through every possible option in his mind, Lu Mian chose the safest one without hesitation.
He turned and ran without a second thought!
His chances of winning a fight were far too slim.
Only by running did he have any chance of surviving.
"Trying to run?"
An eerie smile appeared on Zhao Chong's aged, sinister face.
He had sensed fluctuations in the qi mechanism elsewhere in the county town and rushed over, arriving just in time to see Lu Mian killing those vicious little ghosts.
As for his disciple... the blood on the ground said it all.
Zhao Chong extended his right hand.
His palm was deathly pale, his fingernails exceptionally long. His fingers began flicking rapidly through the air.
Just as Lu Mian turned to flee, he suddenly felt his body stop obeying him.
Every joint in his body seemed to be under someone else's control.
Lu Mian stopped moving, then turned on the spot and walked toward Zhao Chong, step by step.
His eyes widened as he desperately tried to regain control of his body, but nothing worked.
His gait was bizarre, stiff and lifeless, like a puppet being manipulated.
Before long.
Lu Mian stood before Zhao Chong.
Zhao Chong smiled and reached out to feel Lu Mian's shoulder and arm.
"Such a strong body..."
"Excellent."
Zhao Chong seemed quite pleased with Lu Mian.
"Since you killed my disciple, you owe me another one."
"Your talent seems decent enough. I might as well take you as my disciple."
"Open your mouth."
Zhao Chong smiled.
An intensely ominous feeling rose in Lu Mian's heart.
But he had no control over his body. His mouth slowly opened.
Zhao Chong took out a black pill and stuffed it into Lu Mian's mouth.
"Don't be afraid."
"This isn't medicine.