The Lingzhi in his hand looked at him and suddenly opened its eyes.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand
The Shirou's eyes opened, countless eyeballs and densely packed pupils emerged like bubbles from the jade-like, colloid womb, staring at Li Pan's pupils.
Then the translucent, gelatinous flesh membrane began to tremble incessantly, as if ancient memories were being awakened, it started to tremble, vibrate, and resonate, emitting shrill and deft beats.
"Tekeli... li, Tekeli... li, Tekeli..."
"Snap!"
Mr. Xian clapped a hand onto Li Qingyun's palm, smashing the Lingzhi with a slap into mush.
Li Qingyun looked utterly dumbfounded, only feeling that in an instant, the colloid in his palm spread out, gobs of sticky mucilage leaking through the gaps between his fingers and dropping to the ground, the Spiritual Qi also dispersing, unable to revive and coalesce into form again.
The Lingzhi...
was slapped to death by Mr. Xian...
"It was already possessed."
