Fu Qing laughed, "If a person like you were deceived, it really would be a disaster."
Song Yin looked at him intently, "Brother, although I don't know what you're waiting for, the Turbid Heart Grass shouldn't have any effect on you."
"The Turbid Heart Grass is a Monster. It can capture a person's spirit with its luminescent lure, drawing creatures into its territory to feed and sustain itself."
Fu Qing shook his head, "But its instinct is simply to chase after things of the moon. Such a thing can't kill me, my knowledge is too vast, it can't capture my spirit. But..."
He gave Song Yin a beaming smile, "The existence of monsters is sometimes accompanied by... Demons."
Whoosh!
Although there was no wind, a sudden gust howled through the valley.
The biting mountain wind blew at Fu Qing's hat, revealing his scalp and skull, missing hair, skin, and bone, exposing the throbbing brain beneath.
