"Who?"
Xu Mu was suddenly startled, quickly pulled out his stick, and looked around in alarm.
"You defile my body, yet dared to ask who I am? Kneel down at once and take your own life, or I will surely cast your soul into the flames of the netherworld, where it shall smolder for ten thousand years!"
The voice resounded once more in Xu Mu's heart, the fury in its tone was so intense that it almost incinerated Xu Mu.
Defile the body?
Xu Mu lowered his head looking to the side at the tool corpse laying on the ground.
Hair was scattered about like a wave of the black sea, covering half of the blanket. The eyes were almost closed, the face expressionless, one hand splayed out, the other gently placed on the chest.
The clothes were newly replaced by Xu Mu, woven from delicate brocade and gold thread. Cuffs engraved with runes emitted a faint, mysterious glow, and around the waist was a thin gold belt, revealing a slim waist.