Bai Ling pulled out a fresh, still-living heart and swallowed it in great mouthfuls. Its warm, moist blood brimmed with Qin Feiyang's resentment and unwillingness before death-the finest nourishment for a ghost.
Then she took a few haphazard bites out of the corpse, seemingly lost interest, and, with an eerie smile, chased after the two men again.
Qin Hai's expression was complicated.
He was deeply unwilling to believe that the younger cousin he had protected since childhood, who had just been willing to swallow a Blood Yang Pill merely to give him a better future, would even try to kill him to survive.
"Heh, I should have realized long ago. Unusual Persons carry out missions and see bloodshed and human nature all the time. They're constantly struggling with their own hearts, so they tend to be quiet around others."
"Those Unusual Persons who can still laugh and joke, who remain gentle, respectful, and humble, either have naturally powerful minds or have long since gone mad, becoming lunatics consumed by their darkest selves!"
"Ze, I watched you grow up. I know you don't have that kind of mental strength."
"I just never wanted to believe that you'd truly abandoned every moral boundary, that for your own sake, you could harm family and friends and betray everything. One day, you'll take the worst possible path. The Dark Alliance was founded by people just like you!"
Qin Hai let out an unwilling roar.
He had already seen Qin Ze raise the little green-skinned drum in his hand. He also knew his strength was no match for that terrifying demonic sound.
"Heh, finished?" Qin Ze laughed coldly. "Hai, you still love lecturing people so much. Even before you die, you can't forget to lecture me."
"I don't have all those grand principles of yours.