With Perfected Master Tongyu's scheming mind, his expression had still turned ugly in the extreme. He had wanted to fish in troubled waters, but who could have known he would somehow fall into such a perilous situation? He sighed faintly. "If you two fellow Daoists wish to make things difficult for me, there should at least be a reason."
"Fellow Daoist, those words are mistaken. We have no intention of making things difficult for you. It is only that you killed someone and seized treasure in this city's market, so there are certain matters that require the Perfected Master's explanation."
"What? Killed someone and seized treasure?" Perfected Master Tongyu froze, and his expression grew even darker. "When have I ever done such a thing?"
"Originally, we did not believe it either," the Red-Clad Beauty said with a cold snort. "It is just that encountering the Sect Master here is far too coincidental. In any case, we hope fellow Daoist will come to this city as a guest. If it truly was not fellow Daoist's doing, we will naturally pour wine and apologize."
"Hmph." Perfected Master Tongyu was no fool; of course he would not believe such ghost talk. If he truly returned to Haoshi City with them, that would absolutely be a meat bun thrown at a dog—gone with no return!
Thoughts spun rapidly through his mind, yet he still could not come up with a way to escape.
"Amitabha. Benefactor Tongyu, this old monk advises you to simply let yourself be bound. With Fairy Mo and I joining hands, fellow Daoist has absolutely no chance of escape, so why insist on tearing all face apart?" The monk gave a bow, a compassionate look appearing on his face, yet the words he spoke were something Perfected Master Tongyu could not