Zhou Deng was not particularly strong. He had become a captain purely because, for various reasons, the number of captains had dwindled, and he had been picked from among the less capable.
Even after becoming a captain, few thought highly of him. Moreover, because he had been a thief before becoming a Ghost Tamer, many captains looked down on him. He Yin'er in particular despised Zhou Deng, believing he only knew how to pilfer and lacked the responsibility a captain should have.
But at this moment, he did not hesitate in the slightest. He gave everything he had just to protect He Yin'er before the three Kings and ensure that she could successfully summon a soul.
This was also the only mission Yang Jian had given him.
Zhou Deng had not betrayed Yang Jian's trust, and he had carried out his duty well, even if it might cost him his life.
After all, the three Kings were not targeting Zhou Deng. If he fled now and He Yin'er was killed, no one would hold him accountable. At most, they would criticize him afterward for failing to protect her. If he was shameless enough, he could simply ignore it.
Eerie blood continued to seep out from the Human Skin Coat.
Zhou Deng's consciousness and body had both come under attack. He had already held on to his limit and could no longer fight, yet he smiled at that moment.
Because he saw that He Yin'er had successfully summoned a soul.
With the aid of a medium and the Soul Summoner's supernatural power, a soul that had been dead for a long time reappeared in this world. It was a lifeless old man, his entire body radiating an aura of decay, as though he had been buried in the earth for many