As a close disciple of the founder of Sanqing Taoist Temple
I was haunted by a bad ghost. I tried to communicate, but who would have thought that the ghost wouldn't say a word and would not try to fight with me.
As a bearer, I unfortunately have nothing to show for my talents. As a result, I have been misunderstood by fellow Taoists in every possible way, and the cause and effect are unclear.
However, when I was on the road to the haunted house sleeper, he suddenly spoke.
No, brother...
Are you trying to level up by eating my little soldiers and shrimps?
Intention: Keep your heart
