However, Fan Lang did not readily trust this superficial appearance. Whenever something came to him, he had to question it from every angle.
Maybe this was a play Ghost Qianchou had staged himself, deliberately putting on a show for me to lure me into hell to trouble him. That would give him a chance to deal with me. Last time we fought in the Human Dao Plane, he hit a snag. After all, I belong to the Human Dao Plane, so I have a natural advantage fighting there. Once we reach the Ghost Dao Plane, it will be his territory, and I will be restricted by its laws.
This is only a guess. Though I know there are tigers on the mountain, I must still head for it. Even if I suspect this is a killing trap, I still have to make the trip and destroy Ghost Qianchou. As long as Ghost Qianchou lives, I cannot rest easy. The longer this drags on, the more Ghost Qianchou will grow and develop, and the harder he will become to deal with. If he kills any of the other reincarnated brethren first, or is killed by one of them, things will become even more troublesome.
In this six-to-one killing game, whoever kills an opponent first will gain an enormous advantage. It could prove decisive!
After giving it careful thought, Fan Lang decided to take action and risk heading to hell for a final reckoning with Ghost Qianchou.
Before setting out, he naturally had to make thorough preparations. The main force under his command alone needed to be properly arranged.
Strictly speaking, this target was a personal matter, so it was inconvenient for him to mobilize too many troops. Military Regulations did not allow it.
What he could mainly rely on was his