WHOOSH!
Zhang Da Yong shot to his feet, his face twisting in shock. "You..."
The rest of the sentence died in his throat.
He was horrified to feel his Soul Mist being frantically driven out of his body by some unknown force.
'Is this...'
'A Purifying Heart Pill?'
It was a rather precious medicinal pill, sold for one merit point in the Merit Library, used to temper out the impurities in one's soul.
'The effect is decent, but it's not really worth a whole merit point.'
'But...'
'Soul Mist *is* an impurity!'
'I'm screwed!'
Zhao Ci stared at him and bared his teeth in a grin. "Enjoying your stay in Zhang Da Yong's body? You son of a bitch?"
Huangfu Song: "..."
He discovered, to his utter astonishment, that half of his Soul Mist had already been forced out from between Zhang Da Yong's eyebrows.
Worse, Zhao Ci had it grasped in his hand, a hand that seemed to be coated in Soul-Injuring Poison, causing him pain that pierced his very core.
'This!'
'This... this... this!'
