Hearing Lu Wuming's response, the Ghost King was undoubtedly overjoyed.
After all, in his eyes, Lu Wuming's willingness to eat the food they were supposed to eat was already a great step forward.
Since he had promised his father to try, Lu Wuming immediately put his thoughts into action.
Taking a few deep breaths, he walked towards the woman. By the time he reached her side, she was trembling all over in terror.
Tears streamed down her face, but because her mouth was gagged, she couldn't let out any wails, even in her extreme fear.
The despairing sounds from her throat were a melody many ghosts enjoyed, but Lu Wuming found it utterly unpleasant.
Not only did he dislike it, but it also caused him a strange sense of irritation.
He didn't like hearing such sounds from others.
But if that sound came from someone else, without so much fear, just a soft sob, telling him to stop, that she couldn't hold on any longer, and crying like a pitiful, tearful mess, then...
No, what couldn't she hold on any longer?
And who was it he actually wanted to see cry?
Lu Wuming felt that his mind seemed to have a problem after waking up this time. When he thought carefully, he couldn't find any flaws, but when he was quiet, or in these inexplicable moments, he felt as if he had lost something very important.
And he had lost it completely.
This feeling added to his irritation. Looking at the woman again, the light in Lu Wuming's eyes grew colder.
If he were to eat her, from what angle should he begin?
As he pondered this question, Lu Wuming found it strange.
He was a ghost, the son of the previous Ghost King, and his most cherished son.
If that were the case, shouldn't eating humans be the most normal and accustomed thing for him?
If so, why did he feel so unfamiliar with it now?
As the questions in his mind multiplied, Lu Wuming finally decided to ignore them and deal with the matter at hand first.
He needed to eat this person properly, at least to show his father through his actions that he was still the son he was proud of, and that he could handle such a simple task beautifully.
With that thought, Lu Wuming reached out and pulled up the woman's arm.
Starting from here, it should be easier to eat, right?
Having reached a conclusion in his mind, Lu Wuming opened his mouth and moved towards the woman's slender, pale arm.
Everyone around them remained silent, their attention focused entirely on Lu Wuming. The Ghost King was the most excited, waiting for the blood to splatter, waiting for Lu Wuming to become a true ghost.
However, to their surprise, Lu Wuming remained in the pose of holding the woman's arm. His teeth were close to touching her arm, but no matter what, he couldn't move forward even an inch.
After holding this pose for several minutes, Lu Wuming ultimately couldn't overcome his inner barrier. He gently placed the woman's arm back down, covered his mouth, shook his head vigorously, and said, "I'm sorry, Father. Just imagining that scene makes me feel sick. And I can't bite her arm, nor any other part of her. Because I promised, in this life, I can only bite..."
He stopped again at this point.
Who could he only bite in this life?
And why, when he was about to bite her, did he feel more guilt than disgust?
It was as if his mouth falling would make him unclean. It felt like a vow of fidelity to someone had been violated, but to whom had he made it?
Lu Wuming's expression grew increasingly strange.
As he struggled to ponder these things, the Ghost King's voice finally rang out again. He said, "Alas, I had thought that if you couldn't remember, it would be fine to forget it forever. After all, she is gone, and even if you remembered, nothing could be changed."
His voice seemed to be filled with regret.
Lu Wuming blinked. He felt as if he had grasped something crucial from the other's words. But he couldn't quite understand the specifics. So he looked up at the palace again. He opened his mouth and asked somewhat confusedly, "Father, what do you mean by that? I really have forgotten something important, haven't I?"
"It's not that you've forgotten something important, but that you've forgotten a significant feeling for you," the Ghost King replied. "Do you remember what I told you about Chu Wu before? Actually, before she died, you two were very intimate lovers. It was precisely because Liu Buli did that to you that Chu Wu was so heartbroken, she went to fight that human. The result... alas. I didn't expect that girl to die like that, but fate is cruel, and there's nothing that can be done. I was afraid you would be too sad, so I asked Chu Yi to help you slightly blur the memories between you and Chu Wu. But now it seems your feelings for each other were too deep. This method alone couldn't make you completely forget. I really thought it would be easier."
The Ghost King spoke with conviction.
Thirteen, who had been listening nearby, was stunned.
He understood that the young master's memory had been tampered with, but as a servant, even if he felt a little uncomfortable inside, he couldn't say anything.
As for Lu Wuming himself, he was left dumbfounded by the Ghost King's seemingly logical explanation.
No wonder he had always felt like he had forgotten someone important.
Could that important person be Chu Wu?
No...
Recalling Chu Wu's face, Lu Wuming doubted himself for the first time.
Was his aesthetic so twisted?
But it didn't matter anymore. Perhaps he had liked her soul before.
Thinking this, Lu Wuming frowned again and said, "In that case, Father, I should kill Liu Buli even more. You shouldn't stop me anymore."