Clang!
The Sleeve Sword fell from mid-air, slanting as it stabbed into the wooden floor.
Chen Mu staggered backward, leaning against a column, gasping for air.
Fortunately, he had managed to break through the opponent’s Spiritual Light in time. Otherwise, Chen Mu himself would have been drained dry by the Five Ghosts Bag.
Looking at Sikou Yu on the ground, with only droplets of blood left, an unexplained chill crept up Chen Mu’s back.
Gulp!
Chen Mu couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, his expression complex.
He didn’t want to…
But when Five Ghosts Moving Mountain was activated, an intense urge to devour kept assailing him.
It was completely different from the feeling of gnawing at stones and earth before. The moment he touched Sikou Yu’s flesh and blood, the Five Ghosts Bag’s urge to devour increased exponentially.
If it weren’t for the overwhelming greed from the Five Ghosts Bag, how could Chen Mu have directly devoured Sikou Yu?!
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel his stomach churn.
At that moment, noise came from the first floor outside.
Chen Mu’s scalp tightened. “I can’t stay here any longer.”
Ignoring his feelings of disgust, he quickly stuffed two Fasting Pills into his mouth.
He stumbled to the middle of the room and picked up the Sleeve Sword that had fallen from Sikou Yu’s body to the ground.
Noticing a silver-white cicada lying on the ground next to him, Chen Mu crushed it with his foot.
This creature could track down Ebony Wood, so he couldn’t allow it to live any longer.
Whoosh!
An Iron Lotus Seed broke through the air.
The person in black lying on the ground shuddered, and suddenly a hole the size of a peanut appeared on their forehead. They soon stopped breathing.
Chen Mu hurried to their side and was about to bend down to search the body.
Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure.
A man in his forties rushed to the door from the third-floor staircase, his face grim.
Cheng Yi?!
What was he doing here?! And with a look of murderous intent in his eyes. This was definitely not a friendly visit!
At that moment, Chen Mu felt utterly weak and unable to confront anyone. He felt extremely vulnerable inside, but maintained a calm exterior, struggling against the impulse to turn his head.
Chen Mu took out a pair of sheepskin gloves from his chest pocket, their surfaces stained with specks of dry, blackish blood.
Gently patting and dusting them off, he then slowly slipped them on, carefully flexing his fingers to ensure his movements were smooth.
After that, he leisurely crouched down and efficiently rifled through the belongings on the body of the man in black.
His actions flowed as though no one else was present, paying no heed to Cheng Yi standing nearby behind him.
Cheng Yi, who had been raging just a moment ago, felt a sudden skip in his heartbeat.
The emotionless white mask, the calm and indifferent cold eyes, the skilled and elegant manner of searching the corpse, and those old gloves marked with mottled bloodstains.
This man…
For no apparent reason, Cheng Yi felt a chill down his spine.
The words he had meant to demand of Sikou Yu’s whereabouts, suddenly got stuck in his throat.
It took a good while before Chen Mu finished searching the entire body of the man in black.
Silver notes, hidden weapons, poison—all were tossed aside.
The one seemingly useless small bamboo tube, however, Chen Mu slipped into his sleeve.
Just as Cheng Yi was about to speak, he saw Chen Mu remove his right-hand glove and with his index finger, gently poked the arm of the man in black.
It was as if he were at a meat stall assessing the quality of the meat by touch.
Then, Chen Mu withdrew his hand, slightly tilted his head, and stared motionlessly at the corpse of the man in black… staring!
A particular emotion slowly surfaced in his eyes, growing more intense as the moments passed.
At the door, Cheng Yi’s scalp went numb instantly.
That look was all too familiar to Cheng Yi; it was the same look Cheng Ming had before every meal!
This man… couldn’t possibly be a madman, could he?!
The man remained motionless, staring for a long while.
Cheng Yi grew more and more anxious, his neck becoming so stiff it was sore, just as he could no longer bear it and was about to unleash all his Soul Strength on this madman.
The other party slowly stood up, asking courteously and gently, “Whom are you looking for?”
Then, a cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared at the man’s feet, spreading out slowly to cover the body of the man in black.
Gulp!
The other party swallowed a large gulp of saliva.
The black-clothed man’s corpse disappeared into thin air.
Cheng Yi: “…”
Madman, madman, madman!
This guy must be a madman!
And he’s a madman with an unknown magic artifact that he can freely control!
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“I… I’m looking for Sikou Yu,” Cheng Yi stuttered subconsciously, facing the other’s gentle and calm gaze.
His voice and tone were just like when he was a child, learning the Daoist Scripture, getting caught by his master while sneaking peeks at naughty books—completely nervous and flustered.
“I’m really sorry, but you’re a bit late?” Chen Mu turned his head toward the few drops of blood remaining on the floor not far away. His voice was as polite and gentle as always. His throat uncontrollably swallowed a bit of saliva.
“Excuse me!” Cheng Yi apologized loudly and turned to leave.
He didn’t want to stay by this madman’s side for even a second longer!
With Sikou Yu dead and the black-clothed man dead too, staying here would definitely not help him find Cheng Ming’s location.
Right, that’s it, I need to hurry and find Cheng Ming.
This is definitely not out of fear, I simply don’t want to waste time with a madman here!
Chen Mu stood calmly in place, his gaze following Cheng Yi until he was out of sight.
The next moment, black smoke filled the air.
Broken planks, deformed Iron Lotus Seeds, splattered blood… all the scattered mess in the room was swiftly cleaned up.
The room that had just been a mess was now as clean and tidy as if it had been swept and scrubbed dozens of times.
Chen Mu, as if his butt was on fire, swiftly crossed over to the window and leapt down.
He landed and rolled silently, then his Wandering Soul emerged beneath his feet, turning into a swift sparrow-hawk, disappearing quickly into the dark night.
…
In the Shanglin Neighborhood, Chen Residence.
Chen Mu sat at his desk, sipping warm milk in small sips, slowly calming his turbulent emotions.
Thinking back to the situation earlier, Chen Mu still felt a lingering fear.
Sikou Yu’s unexpected Body Protection Aura.
Cheng Yi’s surprise visit.
If there had been any slight mistake, he wouldn’t have made it back tonight!
“When did I become so brave?!”
“Not knowing the enemy’s condition, without a detailed plan, not considering an escape route, I actually dared to rush in and kill?”
And he still hesitated, not decisive at all.
At that time, Sikou Yu was faking stupidity, clearly stalling time to activate his Body Protection Aura.
If he had been ruthless at that moment, all those subsequent events would not have occurred.
“I got cocky, really cocky!” Chen Mu inwardly regretted.
As his Skill Proficiency kept improving, and life was peaceful, it made him impatient.
Luckily, Five Ghosts Moving Mountain was powerful. Otherwise, he’d be waiting for Sikou Yu’s torment.
Thinking about Sikou Yu’s plan for dealing with him.
Crushing his bones inch by inch? Terrifying! The people in this world are too brutal!
“I still need to keep accumulating my trump cards,” Chen Mu sincerely remarked.
“It’s better to use Five Ghosts Moving Mountain sparingly.” That greedy impulse was too strong.
The first attack was initiated by him. But the second absorption felt a bit passive. It was the Five Ghosts Bag affecting him.
When Chen Mu cleaned up the Five Ghosts Bag just now, he found that only the black-clothed man’s corpse was inside. Sikou Yu didn’t enter the bag at all, he was directly consumed by the Five Ghosts Bag!
“Five Ghosts Moving Mountain is different from Teleportation,” Chen Mu had a realization.
Teleportation is just an extension of the spatial ability of the Five Ghosts Bag.
Five Ghosts Moving Mountain is the devouring power of the bag; each activation carries a strong desire for flesh and blood.
It was so intense that it could influence Chen Mu’s emotions, making him feel like the bag was alive.
“It really is a bit sinister,” Chen Mu sighed.
Thinking about the Five Ghosts Bag’s method of creation and use, Chen Mu shook his head. Isn’t it just like something alive?
Regularly feeding it meat, isn’t that the same as keeping a pet?
Only… drooling over people?!
This pet’s taste, it’s a bit heavy.