Several voices, similar yet profoundly distinct, emerged from the newly split mouths on the tentacle tips, resonating simultaneously in the ears of the young wizards, sounding murky and chaotic. Meanwhile, one pitch-black eyeball after another aimlessly rolled, adding a further layer of eeriness to the cacophony.
Zheng Qing did not believe a single word spoken by that tentacle.
Just as the old-school wizards often said, "If you can't see where its brain is, never trust that it can think, nor believe any word it says."
Zheng Qing doubted whether a brain even existed on that tentacle.
Nor had he ever seen where the old mansion master's brain was located behind the door.
