The thin-faced Taoist took a glance at Huang Xiaolong and laughed arrogantly. "Oh... a young Taoist? I get it... You're the one who has been consistently messing with my plans! How audacious! Kneel before me! Otherwise, I will recite the Punishment Spell and send you into the Blood Pool Hell for a thousand years of torture!"
As the thin-faced Taoist was speaking, he bobbled the soul-hooking rope in his hand. It scared the yellow-robed ghosts carrying the coffin so much that their knees gave out and they ended up on the ground.
The thin-faced Taoist seemed quite pleased with himself.
Huang Xiaolong was both angry and amused.
This was a real case of Li Kui running into Li Gui.
He, the sole emissary of the underworld, was threatened by a fake one right in front of his face. The fake one even threatened to send him into the Blood Pool Hell for a thousand years of torture.
Gosh, it's a strange world indeed!
