"Trying to lure me over there?"
"No, no, no, the big boss just devoured more than a dozen Nether Souls. He must've gone to sleep and recover. He won't waste a single bit of power, so that's why he sent me out to explore."
"He's not afraid you'll run away?"
"I can't run. There's a curse on me from the big boss. As soon as I get outside a certain range, he'll sense it."
"So you really want me to go over there?"
"No, no, not at all. With the manor lord's strength, you could definitely kill the big boss. Then I'd finally be free."
Just as they were talking, another Long Talisman fell from the sky. The Fourth Great-uncle Master sent another message.
Wen Yan strode forward, glanced at the message, then reached out and touched the Long Talisman, letting it turn to ash and scatter away.
He turned around to look at the pointy-mouthed Ghost hanging upside down here, sizing him up with some surprise.
