Yes, the fat man was stabbed; I stabbed him.

The fat man opened his eyes, his expression stiff. He stared at me, probably trying to figure out why I was like this for a long time.

"Sir, you, you..."

The fat man tried to keep up the act, but I stabbed him even deeper.

"I found it strange from the beginning. Why would you know about the ancestral hall, this altar, and even be able to see the situation of Lao Dao later on?"

But your cleverness later gave you away!

I looked at the fat man and twirled the lightning sword in my hand.

The fat man grimaced in pain.

"Brother Chen, what's going on?"

Old Dao, standing next to him, was a little confused.

"Yeah, brother, this He Feilong doesn't seem to have any problems. How did you determine that he's a demon?"

The older woman standing nearby was equally confused.

"Heh, the biggest problem is that there's no problem! It's precisely because he distanced himself so completely that I became suspicious of him!"

I sneered. I have to say, this fat man was really good at disguising himself. If he hadn't slipped up at the last moment, I would have really been fooled by him.

"But if he's possessed, according to your reasoning, he shouldn't be able to open it, right?"

The older woman couldn't understand it.

My grin widened even further: "The logic is simple. If you have a combination lock and you know the combination, it's incredibly easy to pretend you don't know it in front of strangers!"

The woman fell silent, which meant she accepted my explanation.

"But, Brother Chen, there's still something that doesn't make sense. He divided it into two parts and placed them in different places. How could he be so sure that there would be someone in the other place?"

Old Dao raised an objection.

"The reason is simple: you've misunderstood. You must think you were bewitched in Fatty's secret room, right?"

"Yes, isn't that right?"

Old Dao scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly.

"Of course that's not right. If she was bewitched in Fatty's secret room, why didn't she do it the first and second time, but only after He Feilong appeared?"

I stared at Lao Dao and asked him a question with a half-smile.

This question really stumped him.

"Yes, is it all because of him?"

Old Dao is still a little skeptical.

After all, this is really too strange.

"That's right, he started trying to control you the moment he made contact with you! Although you have a special constitution, you are unable to resist this power!"

"Then, Brother Chen, why are you alright?"

"Of course I have something to do, but my body is special, and this guy is taking advantage of my inner fear!"

Problems will arise as long as you have fear in your heart.

As for me, without an earth spirit, I have nothing to fear!

At this point, I calmly raised my head, my words brimming with confidence.

For the first time, I felt the benefits of lacking the Earth Soul.

"You're very strong, meticulous, and your acting is very convincing. If you hadn't said you didn't have a Earth Soul, I wouldn't have noticed you at all!"

I twisted the lightning sword, and the fat man was now howling in pain.

He won't die, but he'll still feel pain. Plus, with the lightning sword's effect on demons, the fat man will experience several times the pain now.

Even the old lady and Lao Dao couldn't stand his grimacing.

"Brother, what is his plan? And why was I able to open the door?"

The older woman moved closer and asked softly.

"Because he has been in contact with you, he can open the door for whoever he wants to open it."

He designed it specifically so that among the four of us, you and Lao Dao could open it, but he and I couldn't.

That way, I can perfectly remove him without arousing my suspicion!

I explained it to the old lady and Lao Dao in detail, and only then did they realize what I meant.

"Brother, are you saying that I'm not a descendant of the He family, and that all of this was deliberately orchestrated by him?"

The woman was struck dumb after hearing what I said.

What I believed to be true turns out to be false.

"That's right, everything was deliberately orchestrated by him. I told you, we all fell for it!"

I continued to exert myself, and the fat man could no longer hold on.

"Judging from his vitality, this guy was a dead man. When he first came to this mansion, I felt that this kid seemed to be a vessel."

Now it seems exactly as I guessed. He Feilong is the vessel, and a vessel for demons at that!

As I spoke, I exerted my full strength, determined not to let this guy break free of my control.

"Hmph, you're absolutely right. You're very clever. The victor is king, the loser is villain. Just kill me!"

The fat man is starting to get tough and keeps provoking me.

"And you, you pee king! What good are you besides peeing?"

Perhaps feeling that scolding me wasn't enough, he then looked at Lao Dao.

Old Dao, after all, hung out with Luo Tianhe, so of course he had a bad temper.

"Damn it, if Brother Chen called me King of Pee, I definitely wouldn't object. But you bastard, what do you think you are!"

Old Dao grabbed his weapon and charged over, wanting to teach the fat man a lesson.

I stopped Lao Dao: "Lao Dao, don't be impulsive. Just teach him a lesson, he can't die!"

"Huh? Why? Isn't he a demon?"

After hearing this, Lao Dao was even more bewildered.

"Yes, he is a demon, but at the same time he is also He Feilong! Unlike your previous situation, He Feilong sometimes has his own consciousness!"

My words only confused the older woman and the old man even more.

"Brother Chen, do you think he is both a demon and He Feilong? And does he even have consciousness?"

No, even if he is both a demon and He Feilong, we must eliminate demons!

Old Dao was only halfway through his sentence when he realized what he was saying and changed his tone, declaring that he wanted to eliminate the fat man.

"If you really kill him, that demon will probably come out. I think the purpose of He Feilong's existence is perhaps to suppress this thing!"

I spoke slowly, my gaze calmly fixed on the fat man, then my voice suddenly rose: "Am I right, Xiao He!"

Perhaps provoked by my voice, the fat man's eyes darted around, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Sir, keep stabbing me! I won't die!"

The fat man was now grimacing in pain, kneeling on the ground, but he showed no sign of begging for mercy. Instead, he let me penetrate him even deeper.

My lightning sword continued to spin, helping him to clear the evil energy from his body.

"This kid still has some consciousness! His body might have been created specifically to suppress demons!"

If he dies, we alone won't be able to suppress this demon!"

Seeing that Lao Dao and the aunt still didn't quite understand, I patiently explained.

Just then, the middle-aged woman behind me suddenly made a move and drew a dagger from her waist.

"You're quite good! Unfortunately, you miscalculated! I split my consciousness into three streams."