Chương 970: 624 It's a pity to grow a mouth

By the time the Pond Master and Jiang Shenchui had undergone several checks and returned to the old temple,

they heard the blood-curdling screams of Sword in Wine.

Jiang Shenchui could hardly imagine what kind of torment it took to make Sword in Wine, an old-generation famed expert, emit such sounds.

"What on earth happened?" Jiang Shenchui asked, his face a picture of shock.

"What else could it be? Obviously, he was afflicted after we got separated. And they... are trying to treat him."

"You mean to say Sword in Wine has been possessed by the Three Corpses? And the Three Corpses can also be suppressed by external forces?" Jiang Shenchui asked, utterly confused.

Before his father's close friend, the Pond Master sighed softly, without offering much of an explanation.

However, he knew that it was the Black Mud Divinity.

This Divinity, which should not be wielded by humans, had still been spread. Whether it was for better or worse, no one knew.