The Taoist master was severely injured and was extremely vexed.
The puppet had been placed in that tomb to be raised. It was initially of great use, but now... it had been destroyed for nothing.
But…
Just what kind of background did this person have? She actually had such great ability!
His wooden dharma instrument had been nourished by evil energy for so many years. Its ability was extraordinary. Even foolish idiotic Taoist masters from the Yuxu Temple might not be able to destroy it so thoroughly!
The Taoist master's expression was gloomy. He adjusted his breathing. After a while, he found a little boy and sent a messenger pigeon over.
At this moment, Xie Qiao came to a realization.
Looking at this ghoul that was courting death, she said expressionlessly, "What is the name of your descendant? Where does he live?"
At this point, the ghoul cried.
