"Master ..."
Song Changqing recalled what had happened earlier and was still very angry.
"This old woman splashed the rotten Black dog's blood on your magic sword ..."
He turned his eyes to the ground, where there was an empty can. He stretched out his leg and kicked it, causing the can to roll around.
"The jar is still there."
"She's just following someone's orders,"
The old Daoist was injured and his voice was hoarse. When he spoke, he seemed to be out of breath.
Song Changqing was angry and worried at the same time. He was also afraid that song qingxiao would not be able to help him. He held back his anger and threw the old woman's muddy body away. He tugged at the bag and went forward to help him. He felt wronged and said,
but master, because of her actions, your Dharma artifact was contaminated, causing your Daoist techniques to fail, allowing vengeful spirits and ghosts to invade, and almost killing all of us ...
