Is that all?

"I think so!"

I wasn't sure either, so I started checking on the fat man.

Thankfully, although I've left a huge hole in the fat man's body, his body is quite unique. "Does it still hurt?"

I pointed to the wound and asked him.

"It doesn't hurt. This kind of wound is nothing to me! Don't worry, sir!"

The fat man shrugged, his expression becoming relaxed.

"No, you were just grimacing in pain a moment ago, how come you're like this now?"

Looking at the fat man's current appearance, Lao Dao became even more curious.

I don't understand why it's like this.

"I only feel pain when that thing possesses me; when it doesn't possess me, I don't feel any pain!"

The fat man briefly checked his wound, then bandaged it with my help before explaining to Lao Dao.

thump!

The fat man knelt down before me: "Sir, you are truly my benefactor. If it weren't for your help, I would have been finished this time!"

I quickly pulled the fat man up: "Okay, okay, get up, I can't stand this!"

"Tell me, when did you realize you were being controlled?"

When I got the fat man up, I stared at him, trying to find the answer in his mouth.

"I always felt that my body was a bit strange and my consciousness was a bit out of control. It was probably when I entered the mansion that I realized I was being controlled."

I wanted to warn the old man, but it was too late!

The fat man gave a bitter smile; he probably didn't want things to turn out this way either.

Just as I was about to ask more questions, there was a response from the other side of the mirror.

"Master, I think I know something!"