Even though he was hogtied, the Fake Yin Messenger struggled to scrape his elbows and knees against the ground, inching away bit by bit like a crab.
"What are you so afraid of? You should feel quite honored," a voice mocked. "The Lord of Netherworld came in person to drag you back. How many fierce ghosts in this world get this kind of VIP treatment?"
He had committed plenty of misdeeds and thrown his weight around under the banner of Fengdu, but who knew he was just a paper tiger? The moment he ran into the real deal, he instantly cowed.
Pinned under Pei Ye's foot, the messenger was completely immobilized, his ghostly face twisted in pain.
Emperor Fengdu didn't stop her. However, as his gray eyes swept over Pei Ye, a hint of deep thought flashed in their depths. He noted that her face was very unfamiliar, but her aura was incredibly familiar.
"Did you catch this little ghost?"
