"Beast, release me, or I will spill your blood right here and now!"
The ordinary potato, spinning in Li Qing's hand, emitted an old voice.
Li Qing suddenly exerted more force on his grip, forcefully binding the potato and said in surprise, "This thing is a bit strange, it's clearly just a potato, yet it can talk."
Zi Ling came closer to Li Qing. "Crack it open and have a look!"
Li Qing pointed to the small hole created by the explosion of the Soul-breaking Arrow and said, "Look, inside it's clearly just a potato. Where is the voice coming from?"
As if to prove something to Li Qing, just as his words fell, the skin of the potato rippled like water waves, followed by the old voice once again, "Young thief, I advise you to be wise and not to bring trouble upon yourself. Release me immediately or I'll ensure you'll be splattered within five steps!"
Li Qing asked in amazement, "So you're really a possessed potato, no, a potato that's become a spirit?"
