To be honest, after he realized what was happening, Zhao Ci had been on edge for quite a while.
With this kind of soul-compression possession, the original host was basically doomed.
Of course.
It wasn't that there was no hope of saving him.
The Bronze Scroll from Little Aunt Xiangzhu mentioned a method. It wasn't difficult, but even if the host was saved, they would be left with severe psychological side effects, basically rendering them a cripple.
'Damn it!'
'And he was a promising talent I picked out myself!'
Zhao Ci's expression darkened. 'Once I figure out what Huangfu Song is after, I have to make him pay. At the very least, I'll destroy all the Soul Mist he poured into Zhang Da Yong's head.'
'But for now, I'd better stand guard for them.'
A long time passed.
A long time passed.
Finally, someone opened their eyes.
Feng Kucha was so excited he looked like he was about to burst, and he jogged all the way over.
