To Liu Buli, his previous state had been one of fluidity, so he hadn't understood the differences between his soul and the other Liu Buli's soul.
However, upon hearing Lu Wuming's words, Liu Buli instinctively assumed his own soul was exceptionally clean and beautiful. After all, the other Liu Buli was not a good person. If their souls were compared, it seemed natural for his to emerge superior based on appearance.
With this thought, Liu Buli became much calmer.
Patting Lu Wuming's shoulder, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Wuming, your idea is completely correct. Your master, if nothing else, certainly has a particularly clean and beautiful soul. If we're judging by this, then I can responsibly tell you that you haven't been mistaken in your judgment!"
Liu Buli spoke without hesitation.
Lu Wuming, however, felt a bit bewildered.
Master's soul was clearly pitch-black. While it was undeniably stunning, it didn't seem to align with the concept of "clean," did it?
But seeing his master so happy, Lu Wuming, for once, spared a moment for thought, bringing his intellect slightly online. He decided not to refute Liu Buli's statement.
Fortunately, Liu Buli didn't dwell on the topic either. After taking a few deep breaths, he changed the subject and asked, "By the way, when you left Ghost City, didn't the Ghost King arrange for anyone to supervise you? Or give you any monitoring devices? I mean... was he really so trusting as to let you out alone?"
"He wasn't entirely trusting, but I refused all the people he wanted to accompany me," Lu Wuming replied. "He thought I was genuinely mentally controlled, so he let me out with confidence. Besides, when I left, I told him I was going to kill Liu Buli. He seemed quite eager for me to succeed... Oh! Speaking of which, I brought this sword out too!"
As Lu Wuming spoke, he finally remembered the sword he had brought out of Ghost City. When he had first taken it out, he had been pondering why he had done so. But now, Lu Wuming suddenly felt that everything could be explained.
He had previously felt like he was holding this sword as if to present a treasure to someone.
Now he understood. He was indeed presenting a treasure.
And the recipient of this treasure was clearly the man before him.
Seeing Lu Wuming take out the divine sword, Liu Buli was momentarily stunned. To be honest, the sword was now brimming with demonic energy. From a normal perspective, Liu Buli hadn't intended to keep the sword.
After all, as he had thought before, the possibility of being influenced by the sword and falling into demonic corruption was too great if he were to wield it now. If such a situation were to occur, it would be a considerable loss.
However, after a moment of thought, Liu Buli suddenly had an idea. His eyes lit up, and he directly took the long sword from Lu Wuming's hand.
After a moment of consideration, Liu Buli asked Lu Wuming earnestly, "Wuming, if your master loses his mind and goes mad, can you stop me?"
In Liu Buli's view, using Lu Wuming as his final safeguard was undoubtedly the most sensible decision.
This way, even if he went mad and fell into demonic corruption, someone could at least exert some control, preventing things from becoming too dire.
However, upon hearing his words, Lu Wuming displayed a very confused expression. He tilted his head, stared intently into Liu Buli's eyes for a long time, and then shook his head with extreme firmness, saying, "Master, if you go mad, why should I stop you? Wouldn't it be better if I went mad with you? Why should I be stopped?"
Lu Wuming had genuinely considered it. He felt that his master's madness would surely be incredibly adorable. Since his master was so cute, stopping him would be unreasonable.
Hearing Lu Wuming's answer, Liu Buli was also taken aback. He stared into the other's eyes in silence for a moment, then suddenly seemed to have an epiphany, and couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.
It wasn't a laugh of happiness.
It was a laugh filled with madness and rage.
Paired with his exceptionally beautiful face, Lu Wuming, looking at him, suddenly felt that his master resembled a flower blooming from a skeleton – beautiful to the extreme, and terrifying without a doubt.
Maintaining this state, he ruffled Lu Wuming's hair again. Liu Buli nodded and said, "You're right, there's no need for anyone to stop me. Those beasts took away someone very important to me, so I really don't need to stay calm. However, I absolutely cannot become a monster that kills anyone it sees. So, if I reach that point, you must restrain me. Then, let me find Shen Muzhi. Didn't he say he learned medical techniques that can help people resolve demonic corruption? Have him help me then. Do you remember?"
Lu Wuming blinked.
Actually, if possible, he really wanted to help Liu Buli resolve the problem himself.
But given the current situation, it seemed he wasn't qualified to solve it. So, despite his reluctance, he could only nod obediently, pout with a wronged expression, and say, "I remember."
He would keep that person, Shen Muzhi, in mind.
Whether it was when they were watching the furnace before, or now, every time they encountered trouble, it was that person who had to step in and save the day.
Lu Wuming felt a knot of discomfort in his heart.
He actually wished he could be the one his master relied on more.
Even though he hadn't said anything, they had been together for a considerable time. So, glancing back at the expression on his face, Liu Buli guessed what he was thinking.
Clenching the long sword in his hand, he channeled his spiritual energy into it, feeling his heartbeat quicken from the stimulation of the demonic energy within the sword. Liu Buli said, "Wuming, don't overthink it. Everyone has their own area of expertise. Your field isn't healing people, so it's okay if you can't do it. Do you see the city ahead? Now is the time for you to go mad with me. Only you can do this, so perform well and don't disappoint me."