Huang Liyong was like a completely different person, his smile twisted into something eerie, and right at that moment, Lin Chuan suddenly felt a bad premonition.
This was behind the inpatient department building of the hospital, a very secluded place. The wind brushed softly past, yet Lin Chuan caught a faint smell of blood carried on it.
Huang Liyong's smile began to change, his whole face suddenly twisted into boundless resentment as he glared at Lin Chuan.
By now, Lin Chuan finally understood. The Huang Liyong in front of him was no longer the original Huang Liyong. It was obvious that his thoughts, his mind, had already fallen under someone else's control.
Being able to control a person's thoughts and mind was nothing difficult on the path of a cultivator. The problem was: who was controlling Huang Liyong's mind?
