This blood-red Taoist called "Shui Wang," though a disciple of that dog-nosed Taoist, at this moment, the aura emitted from his body was much stronger than his master's.
Because he looked more deranged and crazed.
It seemed there was a hidden rule in this world: the more twisted, the more crazy, the more deranged a person was, the more powerful they became.
And Duan Yun considered himself to be a master of such noble character, like the rarest of phoenix feathers.
"Master, I'm in so much pain."
"What's real! What's fake!"
"Over there, I've already lost my mother, she's trapped under Huashan, no matter how I chop I can't free her, over here, I absolutely cannot lose Little White!"
The dog-nosed Taoist shuddered and said, "Disciple, Little White was killed by them!"
"I saw it with my own eyes!"
In fact, so-called "Little White" was just a dried corpse covered in white hair that Li Shuwan dragged from who knows where, which he fancied as an object of affection.
