To feast on a household in extinction, actually sending their own kind to the Evil Spirit, Li Huowang truly hadn't expected that behind the Evil Spirit's name, which seemed like a joke, there would follow such an absurd custom.
"With so many people delivered to its doorstep, that 'son of a rope' must be very pleased, huh?"
"Of course, the moment it sees another elder coming, it gets exceedingly affectionate. If it had hands and feet, it would probably be all smiles, serving tea and pouring water for them."
While chatting with Han Fu about these things, Li Huowang felt much closer to the man—or at least that was how it appeared on the surface.
"Han Daoist friend, how much longer before we can leave this place?" Li Huowang asked while watching the darkness retreat on all sides.
