"You..." Qin Tiancheng mustered every ounce of strength, only to shout that final word before the Yin God Hammer smashed down through his head, crushing him from top to bottom.
Jiang Chen hurriedly stepped forward, blocking everyone's view.
That was because, in the process, the Yin God Hammer also sucked away Qin Tiancheng's remnant soul.
That really would be rather hard to explain. Dragging around a hammerful of ghosts was one thing, but dragging around someone else's senior brother?
Surely he couldn't shamelessly claim he had inherited the man's dying wish and wanted to take him along to keep fighting?
Fortunately, though.
The Yin God Hammer was only unable to conceal things while absorbing souls.
When he attacked in the future, Jiang Chen could adjust the positions of the ghosts on the hammer, placing Qin Tiancheng among the others to protect him and spare him disgrace even after death.
"He was clearly an enemy who wanted me dead while he was alive, yet after his death, I still can't help looking out for him. Is my bleeding-heart syndrome getting worse?"
Jiang Chen murmured, looking worried.
After Lin Youwei's reminder last time, he had also realized that he was sometimes a little too kind, rather out of place in this age of horror revival, when everyone was cold-blooded.
"I still need to harden my heart. Next time I run into someone like this who wants me dead, I can't let him off with just a swing or two. I'll have to find somewhere deserted and teach him a proper lesson before killing him."
"Right, should I spare his immediate family?"
"And his closest friends, and his closest friends' immediate families... Forget it, wouldn't that be too much trouble..."
After muttering a little to himself, he shook his head, lifted the Yin