Lu Wencheng was already running as fast as he could, but the gray mist drew ever closer, that ponderous scraping sound that swept the ground like bone-burrowing maggots followed closely behind. It felt as if with a mere stretch of the hand, they could have grabbed Yang Xiao's back.
The assailant was targeting him specifically, and at this point, attempting to escape was futile. It would only endanger another person, so Yang Xiao told Lu Wencheng to put him down.
"What are you blabbering about?" Lu Wencheng panted and cursed, "What's the difference between putting you down and sending you to your death?"
"If you don't let me go, we'll both die!" Yang Xiao still had the Underworld Robe, planning to confront the Daoist robe old ghost head-on. Since his big sister seemed to want this old ghost, there was no reason not to help. Otherwise, if he died, she too would be devoured by the old ghost.
