"Brother Zhuge, it seems that this Oblivion Path really believes itself to be me," Li Huowang said with a grave expression, turning his head to look at Zhuge Yuan beside him.
He had never expected that the Oblivion Path could actually steal his spindle and weapon, and completely disguise itself as him from inside out.
"This fellow must have made his move when I was trapped in that hallucination in the water, perhaps it was also the Oblivion Path that triggered my sudden hallucination!"
Thinking back carefully, when he had awakened from that so-called White Tower Prison, there was conveniently an imbecile beside him, perhaps that person was a projection of the Oblivion Path.
"There's more! I also saw someone inside my stomach before! Perhaps he was specifically waiting for you inside," the Monk reminded him earnestly.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Hong Zhong walked over, circled the corpse several times, and with hands pressed together, began to chant for the spirit's passage as a Monk would.
