Lu Yuan walked to the door, twisting his waist like a rattlesnake while casually observing the distribution of the resin.
[Ghost] The moment it opened its eyes, he ran away.
As for the mirror on the wall, it obviously couldn't catch his reflection.
The innate nature of the Greedy Demon God was completely exposed at this moment.
"You're dancing on a grave, there won't be a good ending," Old Cat said.
"Having already dealt with demons, what's dancing on a grave? With the current favorable situation, it'd be a pity not to indulge a bit."
[Ghost] Clearly lacked thoughts, breaking through the sealing on its own, acting like its perpetual motion machine.
But taunting a [Demon] was still quite enjoyable; Lu Yuan chuckled "heh heh heh" and, after finishing his observation, took out several metal parts from his storage space and started to craft a long, bendable mechanical arm on the spot.
