"Have you decided whether or not you want to be my servant?"
Lin Jing frowned, looking at the Tribulation puppet, and spoke again:
"You are definitely not him!"
"Even if you want me to be your servant, you should at least let me know who you really are, right?"
Seeing that Lin Jing did not seem to plan any resistance, the gaze of the Tribulation puppet towards Lin Junjie softened slightly.
He then raised his hands and lowered his head, looking at his hands, and said:
"Me?"
"I am indeed not him."
"However, I also don't know who I am; it seems like from the moment the Soul Tomb existed, I was already here."
"I don't even know how many years I've spent here, always in a confused haze."
"Until his arrival..."
At this point, the puppet raised an arm as if inspecting a piece of art, carefully examining it.
"He died, leaving behind this body, and also a lingering obsession."
"And I..."
"took this opportunity to occupy his body and devour his obsession."
