"Come—Immortals—ah—" As Li Zhi's unique, booming voice rang out from deep within the forest, the grotesque-bodied Second God began to tremble in sync.
"The sun sets behind the western hills, the sky turns black. Every household shuts their door. Magpies and ravens flock to the old trees, sparrows huddle by the eaves, the roads shrink—ah!!"
Li Zhi's chant to invite the spirits abruptly stopped, catching the Second God completely off guard. He looked up in shock toward Li Huowang and the smirk on his face.
"You came to test me, but wasn't I testing you as well? I've already been deceived by monks once. Fool me once, shame on me. I have to keep my guard up, don't I?"
Just as Li Huowang's words fell, scattered footsteps sounded in the woods—it was Gouwa and his simpleminded crew.
Clutching their weapons, they shoved forward a gagging Li Zhi, whose mouth was full of blood. The old drum he used for shamanic rituals was now gripped tightly by the black-furred Xiaoman.
