Lu Wuming's speed this time was incredibly fast, leaving no one with a chance to react. And judging by the outcome, he had succeeded spectacularly.
He had initially been pondering how to ensure Chu Qi's death. However, the moment the other party approached him, that thought was immediately dismissed.
He didn't need to know *how* to succeed.
Because he had two hands.
As long as he implemented every method he could think of, and as long as his speed was sufficient, he was bound to succeed.
This was an idea that Liu Buli had given him back when they could still communicate.
Since these people from the Ghost Clan weren't particularly intelligent, including the Ghost King, the probability of success when using stratagems against them was quite high.
When he first heard this plan, Lu Wuming admitted that he had still felt a bit apprehensive. It wasn't that he worried about the consequences of the plan failing or succeeding. He was simply concerned that if the plan failed and Chu Qi still managed to read his memories, it might endanger his master.
Fortunately, the reality proved that he had worried too much.
The Ghost Clan was truly stupid.
He had once again proven this with his own actions.
Before anyone else could react, Lu Wuming crushed the heart in his hand with the utmost speed. Then, regardless of whether Chu Qi was truly dead, he once again swung his ghost claws, further dismembering the already mangled body before him.
It was during these actions that the Ghost King finally reacted. A pressure that Lu Wuming could not resist enveloped his entire being, as if an invisible hand had seized him. As the hand tightened, Lu Wuming felt his internal organs being crushed and flattened along with his body.
Bleeding from all seven orifices was the least of it; his internal organs seemed to be shattering. His eyeballs felt as though they were being squeezed out of their sockets by the pressure. Before his consciousness completely faded, Lu Wuming thought he heard the Ghost King's voice.
He said, "You damned thing! You deserve to be punished!"
Punished?
Lu Wuming couldn't help but laugh inwardly.
He truly didn't care about any so-called punishment. He had already achieved what he set out to do, and everything else was, in his opinion, truly unimportant.
Much like Lu Wuming's feelings, the Ghost King's pressure successfully crushed all of his bones, reducing his very existence to a pulp. A twisted mass of flesh and blood lay at the entrance of the great hall, making Chu Qi's corpse appear relatively intact in comparison.
As these events unfolded, Chu Yi watched coldly from the side. When Chu Qi died, he did experience a fleeting moment of emotion. However, he knew that this was not something he could interfere with. Thus, after that brief moment, he remained unchanged, maintaining his initial demeanor.
Upon seeing Lu Wuming being crushed, Chu Yi finally took a deep breath. He looked up towards the great hall again and said, "Your Majesty, it seems there is nothing more for me to do here."
After all, his ability was to confuse memories.
And the most basic prerequisite for confusing memories was that the target had to be alive.
Now that Chu Qi was dead, and their young master was also dead, even an idiot like Chu Yi wouldn't believe that the Ghost King had summoned him to confuse his own memories.
Therefore, with a little judgment, he could ascertain that there was indeed no room for his services here.
However, reality differed from his expectations. Before he even had a chance to bid farewell and leave, the Ghost King's voice echoed again, saying, "Your task is not yet complete. Begin now, and confuse the young master's memories."
Chu Yi froze for a moment.
If the pile of flesh and blood on the ground could still be called the young master, then confusing the memories of a dead person was something he had never done before.
As if sensing his thoughts, the Ghost King's voice continued, "He will not die so easily. It is precisely because of this that I am punishing him in this manner. Although his physical body has been destroyed, his consciousness should still remain. In this current state, it should be easier for you to use your abilities, shouldn't it? Confuse his memories well, make him see me as the person closest to him in this world. As for why he ended up like this... in his memories, there is a person named Liu Buli. Make him attribute all his pain and despair to that person, and all the good things and emotions to me. You can do this, can't you?"
The Ghost King's voice sounded extremely cold.
Chu Yi knew that this was undoubtedly due to the immense anger the Ghost King felt over Chu Qi's death.
Although he wanted to tell the Ghost King that to perfectly fulfill his request, it would require working with Chu Qi to gradually alter his memories for maximum effectiveness, he also knew that saying such a thing now would surely make him a target of the Ghost King's wrath.
Chu Yi was intelligent.
He knew that he was different from this young master; he did not possess any so-called immortality. Therefore, to ensure his own survival, he could only give the Ghost King the answer he wanted to hear. After all, even if the confused memories later proved problematic, the Ghost King wouldn't be able to shift all the blame onto him, would he?
Having quickly reached a conclusion in his mind, he looked up towards the palace again. Chu Yi nodded earnestly and said, "Understood, Your Majesty. I will modify his memories to your desired state."
As his voice fell, Chu Yi began to apply his techniques to Lu Wuming. A faint luminescence flowed from his palm, enveloping Lu Wuming. The scene appeared somewhat heartwarming, and if one were to overlook the fact that Lu Wuming on the ground resembled a puddle of minced meat, and the eventual outcome of this light, the scene would undoubtedly be beautiful.
As he performed his techniques, Lu Wuming, who had already lost consciousness, also sensed something amiss.
He could feel that something very important within him was loosening in a way he did not desire.
He couldn't be sure how much it would loosen.
But he could at least be certain that he detested this current feeling.
The tears that had not fallen even when he was crushed into pieces now finally slipped down, wetting his eye sockets...