To seize the inheritance of a family with no heirs, they would actually offer their own kind to an Evil Spirit. Li Huowang had never expected that behind this Evil Spirit's seemingly playful name lurked such an absurd custom.
"With so many people sent right to its door, that Rope Son must be overjoyed, right?"
"Of course. The moment it sees a new elder arrive, you can't imagine how friendly it gets. If it had hands and feet, it would be all smiles, pouring tea and serving water."
Chatting idly with Han Fu about these things, Li Huowang felt his relationship with the man had grown much closer—at least on the surface.
"Fellow Daoist Han, how much longer until we can leave this place?" Li Huowang asked, staring at the darkness constantly receding on both sides.
