No matter if the Eight Immortals Hall wants Luo Yang's cell phone or Blood Devil, Luo Yang won't give it.
He didn't come here to ask the Eight Immortals Hall for a chance to meet Hong Jiaxin.
Seeing the murderous intent grow stronger in Luo Yang's eyes, Aunt Thirteen quickly said, "You are so strange! Grandma Gu has been listening for half a day and still doesn't know what you want to borrow from him!"
She believed there was nothing valuable on Luo Yang, as he didn't even have a backpack.
What could fit in two pants pockets?
Just then, Elder Bai grinned and said eerily, "What we want to borrow from him is his Yin Spirit!"
Yin Spirit?
Borrow a Yin Spirit?
Luo Yang was momentarily stunned, his mind like a web of cobwebs, short-circuited for a moment.
Returning to his senses, he realized these four old guys were risking their lives.
"Just you guys?" Luo Yang sneered disdainfully.
