'In a way, the guy was trying to be helpful.'
"Oh, and don't lie."
"I can tell. If you lie, I'll…"
Lu Cang paused. "...cut off one of your fingers."
"If you lie too much, I'll just kill you."
Lu Cang's tone was casual.
But the man heard the detached killing intent within it.
"I… I'm Sharig. I live on the Shaluo Continent in the Moon Sea. I'm a Ghost Swordsman."
Lu Cang was taken aback when the man stated his Profession.
'What the hell is a Ghost Swordsman? Like the one from DNF?'
'Are you a Ghost Cry or a Sword Soul?'
"The reason I'm here… Heh, isn't it obvious? To hunt for treasure."
"As for the rules, the main one is to not kill too many people."
SWISH!
Blood sprayed through the air.
Lu Cang had sliced off his ring finger.
"You lied."
Just now, his Spirit had fluctuated in a way that indicated a lie.
"Next time, I'll take the whole hand. The time after that, I'll kill you," Lu Cang said, his voice youthful yet serene.
