F was very satisfied with the Black Saber; it seemed like he was deliberately feeding it, hoping the saber would consume more and transform into something even more terrifying.
Every time F swung the sword, Han Fei could hear wailing from the hilt; he really wanted to snatch the sword away, but he couldn't find a reason to do so.
"The ghost will appear when it kills, and to strike it down, probably requires someone to act as bait," Qianye, who had nearly been killed just now, looked back at Li Guo'er and Han Fei, "You two can't say we're bullying you. We understand your little schemes. You just want to use our strength to escape the ghost's pursuit. Since we are all game participants, let me just be straightforward—you two can't expect to gain without contributing. I want one of you to come up front with me and act as bait."
Although Qianye looked a bit like a hooligan, he was actually very astute; the fact that he could lead a six-person squad on his own was proof of his ability.
