"Moo~" A call from Old Blue Ox brought back the shocked crowd to their senses.
An escort master looked at Fan Wu's retreating figure and couldn't help but draw in a deep breath.
Fighting back his fear, he whispered, "No wonder that high official from the Heavenly Delegation was so polite to him at first. When I saw him earlier, I mistakenly thought he was just a highway robber..."
At this point, he considered a possibility and swallowed hard, "Could it be that the Taoist Priest will hold a grudge for this matter and set his sights on me?"
At that moment, he felt a chill around his neck.
He truly feared that Daoist Priest Fan might give his neck a singular strike.
If struck by such a Taoist Priest capable of killing ghosts as if slaughtering chickens, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to become a malevolent ghost, right?
Perhaps... he might not even get the opportunity to be reincarnated in the Netherworld?
Hiss!!!
