"What's the matter with the Ghost God? We don't harm people. Is it wrong for me to yearn for the human world?"
The middle-aged man still tried to make excuses for himself.
Xu Zimei snorted coldly.
He said indifferently, "If you're unwilling to speak, then I'll have to extract your memory."
A powerful aura was converging around Xu Zimei.
Xu Zimei's right hand fell heavily, and the Spiritual Energy transformed into invisible spirals.
With a "boom," it seemed like he was about to pull the entire head of the middle-aged man off.
Apparently sensing a life-threatening crisis.
The middle-aged man became completely flustered.
He shouted, "Spare my life, I'm willing to say anything, just give me a chance."
The aura in Xu Zimei's hand slightly eased.
Then he said indifferently, "You have only one chance."
"Yes, yes," the middle-aged man nodded hastily.
