For an old hand at torturing and killing ghost creatures like Qiu Tian,
seeing someone chase a ghost and slash at it over and over with a savage expression was nothing. He could easily do that himself.
He also understood that a savage expression could sometimes be a sign of nervousness.
That sort of freak was only the most basic kind.
Only when someone's mental fortitude reached the point where they could subject ghost creatures to the cruelest punishments without any expression, as casually as eating or drinking, did they become a true monster.
That was also the state Qiu Tian had always pursued. He estimated that after brutally killing another hundred ghosts, he might reach it.
And yet.
In this man, he saw an entirely new realm of monstrosity.
Excitement!
Genuine, heartfelt, irrepressible excitement.
It was like the innocent smile that unconsciously appeared on a child's face as they savored a piece of candy they had just received.
That smile appeared on this man's face as he exorcised ghosts, and it appeared extremely often. Every time he stabbed the ghost with that Tetrahedral Spike, he seemed to derive immense satisfaction.
He was doing his utmost to suppress his excitement, twisting his expression in the process.
Qiu Tian stood frozen, his throat a little dry, his heart flooded with immense fear.
The others did not feel it so keenly.
Only someone like him, a fellow monster, could precisely grasp how terrifying this man was.
For a moment, he felt like a helpless three-year-old facing a psychopathic killer dragging a chained sledgehammer.
"Hah... hah..."
Qiu Tian's body went taut, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, gasping several times.
"What's wrong?" Su Qing looked over.
"Qiu, are you all right?" The portly Yu Qian hurriedly steadied him.
"I got scared." Qiu