"Extreme Dao? Outer Realm Demon? I don't know."
Faced with Chu Xiu's questions, the killer looked distraught, "I just encountered a big fat man sitting in a carriage during an ascension trial. I wanted to turn him into a puppet, but I lost. He said if I became his follower, he wouldn't kill me, so I agreed."
"Then this pattern was engraved on my back. Occasionally, people speak to me through it, asking me to do things. I didn't do them, and they cursed at me. I wanted to curse back, but couldn't find a way to retort."
"I'm really miserable! I just killed a few people. Why do you all have to bully me? There are so many people, more than cattle and sheep. What does it matter if a few die!"
Chu Xiu: "..."
He scrutinized the killer's expression and sneered, "Alright, playing dumb with me, huh? Looks like I'll have to use some healing methods to restore your memory."
