Liu Buli had always been clear that on matters other than intimacy, Lu Wuming was absolutely obedient to him to the extreme.
This loyalty even bordered on obsession and mindless devotion. Specifically, if he seriously told Lu Wuming that he no longer liked him and ordered him to die, Lu Wuming would execute his command without hesitation.
All because he was Liu Buli.
So, after giving his instructions, Liu Buli confidently withdrew his gaze. He refocused all his attention on the beasts, no longer intending to concern himself with how Lu Wuming and the ghost race were battling.
After all, he was certain that as long as the Ghost King did not appear, his Wuming was the most powerful existence. Especially in one-on-one combat like this, there was no possibility of any accidents.
Liu Buli was still willing to give this simple trust.
He also knew that no matter what, Lu Wuming would not betray the trust he had placed in him.
The reality was indeed as he had imagined.
Upon hearing his arrangements, Lu Wuming withdrew his gaze and seriously looked at the ghost race member in front of him.
His expression was somewhat displeased. Lu Wuming pouted and said, "My master forbids me from killing you directly, so it's a pity, you get to enjoy the scenes of hell a little longer."
Lu Wuming spoke with utter sincerity.
Therefore, the ghost race member could tell that this was not a threat, but simply stating a fact.
Fear spread through his heart. Knowing that he could not escape this calamity, the ghost race member sighed as if he had given up, took out a strange staff-like weapon, and gently swung it twice.
Without making any further moves, he maintained his posture and asked, "Young Master, I don't understand. Why do you obey a mere food source? Could it be true, as they say, that you consider food your companion?"
"Consider food your companion."
This phrase had become standard among all the ghost race members they had encountered.
Lu Wuming was so amused he almost laughed.
Staring into the ghost race member's large, vacant, bell-like eyes, Lu Wuming replied seriously, "Master is my companion, not my food. If you utter such words that insult my companion again, even if I cannot kill you, I can make you despair."
"I know that, but I merely wish to persuade the Young Master to stop these meaningless emotional games," the ghost race member said. "We ghost race are inherently superior beings to humans. Your willingness to be with a human is truly demeaning yourself. However, since you like him, keeping him by your side is indeed acceptable. But you shouldn't give him such high status. You could simply tie a rope around him and keep him as a pet. You could find many, many companions of different races and appearances, why must you be fixated on a single pet?"
He spoke with apparent sincerity, as if he were genuinely concerned for Lu Wuming, believing his current actions were too undignified.
But listening to his words, Lu Wuming seriously considered them, then suddenly laughed, shook his head, and met the other's gaze filled with confusion. Lu Wuming said, "In comparison, I am more like a pet he keeps. The rope that binds me has always been in his hands. Whether it's loose or tight is up to him, and I have no objections."
As his words fell, Lu Wuming lost interest in continuing the conversation.
He raised his hand, which had transformed into a claw, and was about to launch an attack. However, the ghost race member waved his staff towards him. The monsters that had been attacking Liu Buli instantly seemed to receive a command. They abruptly turned their direction and lunged towards Lu Wuming again.
Because of their voluntary withdrawal, Liu Buli's situation suddenly became easier. He looked around with some confusion, realizing that all the monsters were surrounding Lu Wuming. Seeing the ghost race member holding the staff, Liu Buli immediately understood what was happening.
He immediately chuckled and said, "Hey, ghost race member over there, you're quite interesting. Your kin attack with claws, yet you've learned to use a weapon. You must be one of the smartest in your entire race, right? After all, with your bunch of idiots, finding someone like you is truly rare."
Hearing his voice, the ghost race member's gaze shifted towards them.
Liu Buli had expected him to seize this opportunity to escape.
But to his surprise, the ghost race member actually walked towards Liu Buli.
He put away his staff into his Qiankun bag and waved his hands a couple of times by his side. Following his movements, the position of his arms transformed into blades. He looked at Liu Buli again and said, "I won't refute your insult to my kin. But you must pay the price for insulting me. Who told you I only use weapons? I'm also very good with ghost claws. Since I cannot directly harm the Young Master, slightly hindering his movements is sufficient. Your opponent from now on is me. I'll let you have a good taste of my ghost claws; they're not any worse than my beast taming skills!"
His call was loud.
His confidence was also high.
Judging by his demeanor, he seemed very pleased with himself.
However, Liu Buli showed no fear. Instead, looking at the ghost race member's ugly, somewhat distorted face, he was contemplating a different question—
He said he wouldn't refute the insult to his kin, did that mean he also thought his kin were a bunch of fools?
Amused by this conclusion, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Even though the opponent's claws were already attacking him, Liu Buli showed no intention of dodging. Instead, he calmly yawned, waiting for the attack to arrive. At the same time, he reminded the ghost race member, "You think you're very powerful, but have you considered that your Young Master is far more powerful than you? Unlike me, when he's surrounded by monsters, he doesn't think about clearing them all out, but about breaking through directly."
Having said this, Liu Buli paused, then continued, "To him, I am more important than his own life. You are trapping him there and want to attack me. If he truly lets you succeed, wouldn't he hate himself?"
He spoke calmly and slowly, making the ghost race member more and more bewildered.
He didn't understand why Liu Buli was rambling about such useless things at this point. Was it just to distract him, to shift his focus away from Liu Buli, making it harder to kill Liu Buli directly?
That shouldn't be the reason.
If he were truly that afraid, he should at least dodge. Not only dodge, but he should also use some defensive techniques.
But now, the ghost claws were about to touch his nose. Just a little further, and then...
Huh?
The ghost race member's pupils contracted sharply as he looked ahead.
Where did his hand go?