Zhang Xianren, who had been with me for a long time before, had covered his abdomen and fell painfully to the ground with convulsions. The blood poured out like a tap on a sluice.

In a few moments, the ground was bright red, and when the ghost slave saw this, she immediately jumped down the roof and disappeared. I clearly saw a little smile on her face, as if she was happy to be free.

"Second Uncle!"

Zhang rarely sees the scene on my side. He backs back in horror, but shouts angrily in his mouth, "Kill him! Kill him!"

However, Taoists dared not approach me one after another, and...