What Juan said triggered a flash of inspiration in Yu Nianzhao's mind.
"Who is summoning you? This is truly interesting," Yu Nianzhao murmured to herself.
"Miss, the fryer is boiling, it's steaming hot."
The Night Patrol Deity returned swiftly, carrying the soul of Chu Wenyao, fried in oil.
After enduring this punishment, Chu Wenyao's soul was on the brink of death, unable to even speak.
"The fourth evil soul, Jiu, you may consume it," Yu Nianzhao ordered calmly.
Jiu Ying leapt out from behind and swallowed Chu Wenyao's soul in one gulp.
Those nine massive heads, even the Night Patrol Deity shivered at the sight.
"Lord Jiu Ying indeed descended to the mortal realm with Mr Yan,"
The Night Patrol Deity respectfully bowed to Jiu Ying, knowing that in the underworld, Jiu Ying was known for unparalleled destruction and was someone nobody dared to offend, he only listened to Yu Nianzhao.
[Hmm, the fried souls are indeed tasty, so crispy.]
