In the Long-tongued Ghost Market, a shout of "Refine the Jiao Dragon" suddenly stirred the surroundings.
Chen Xu's Daoist Soldier and the Tray Ghost silently stood aside.
The countless ghosts clustered together, and their excited clamor nearly lifted all the floating lanterns above the Ghost Market.
The paper lanterns swayed, emitting a peculiar creaking sound.
The ghosts howled, sharp voices questioned invasively:
"How can a Jiao Dragon be refined? You speak nonsense, fabricating lies, yet want us to believe you? Impossible!"
"Old black-tongue ghost, in my opinion, you're fed up with your excessive longevity and want to offer some to everyone, isn't that right?"
"Hehehe!"
"Kekeke..."
Ghosts screamed and laughed in a chaotic mess.
Old Black-tongued ghost stretched its long tongue, eyes rolling as it cackled: "If you don't believe, how about betting with me?
If I can provide evidence of refining the Jiao Dragon, you will lose all your longevity to me.
