"Heh heh. You're Nie Tong, right? *This* is your real brother. If you don't believe me, turn around and look!"
Seeming to notice the confusion on Nie Tong and Xiaohu's faces, a delicate laugh rang out from the side of the room as four devastatingly beautiful women walked over.
"Huh?" Nie Tong glanced back, confused. But a single look was enough to make him jump in shock.
The one who had grabbed him and carried him over wasn't his brother at all. It was a tall, imposing old man, standing perfectly still. It was a corpse—and the corpse of a Demon!
'How…? It was clearly my brother a moment ago. How did he suddenly turn into a corpse? What in the world is going on?'
"Let me treat your injuries first. We can talk after you've healed."
Nie Yun, who was standing in front, chuckled. With a wave of his hand, he absorbed the dead Demon's corpse into his body. Then, making a grasping motion with his palm, a surging torrent of Healing Qi descended from the air.
SZZZZZ!
