In the graveyard, Beng Beng was smiling happily.
This child preferred and adapted more to this ghostly, sinister environment.
Fortunately, he was still young, and everything could still be corrected.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the child in his arms with a hint of helplessness.
He reached out and pinched the child's mouth shut.
The child stopped smiling.
But when Li Zhiyuan released his hand, the child laughed even more joyfully, as if thinking the young man was playing a game with him.
On the ground beside the young man, there were five damp humanoid marks.
This indicated that the young man had just subdued five Evil spirits trying to break through the soil.
For the young man, this was not difficult at all.
Compared to the Evil entities Jiang Shui had meticulously cooked up, these randomly wild Evil spirits were merely snacks, meant to add some variety.
