"Elder Lu, you..."
Nie Xiangyuan's eyes widened with disbelief. Why did Lu Yunchang suddenly attack the Seven Fiends Tributor?
"Young Master Nie, run! This person isn't Lu Yunchang at all!"
The Seven Fiends Tributor's lips bled, his face furious.
He'd let down his guard—so obsessed with finding Su Changkong, he'd forgotten to watch out for those around him.
Which gave Lin Chang'sheng the perfect chance to strike.
"You're not Elder Lu? You—are you Lin Chang'sheng?"
Nie Xiangyuan finally caught on.
No wonder Su Changkong said Lin Chang'sheng was impersonating someone from their Corpse King Sect, about to sneak in.
He'd thought this old guy was just senile; turns out it was all true.
"That's right, I'm Lin Chang'sheng. If you're going to die, at least know why!"
Lin Chang'sheng didn't bother hiding it; these two were seconds away from becoming cold corpses anyway.
Hearing "Lin Chang'sheng," Nie Xiangyuan instinctively took a step back.
