Maitreya fled in a sorry state, cursing at the top of his lungs as he ran.
Wang Ye acted as though he had not heard a thing, his eyes fixed firmly on the bloodstained cloth bag in Maitreya's hand.
Clearly, Maitreya had only just acquired it.
Since fate had brought them together, would it not be a waste not to reenact their previous script?
Although he had no idea where exactly he had been teleported to, as long as Maitreya was here, it meant it had something to do with the Buddha.
And this time, everything was so mysterious. Maybe he could really dig up some huge secret about the Buddha!
For a moment, Wang Ye was filled with anticipation.
Playing with those ghosts in the Wasteland had brought some gains too, but they were only minor scuffles. How could that compare to having a wild time with Maitreya every few days?
In Wang Ye's eyes, Maitreya could even be considered the second greatest bringer of wealth.
Of course, the little girl was the undisputed first!
As Wang Ye's Ghost Messenger Blade kept chopping down, there was hardly any room in this cramped temple for Maitreya to dodge.
If this dragged on any longer, the building might collapse.
More importantly, there seemed to be a ghost hiding somewhere in the dark. If some secret vanished along with the house, he would truly have nowhere to cry.
At this moment, it had nothing to do with wisdom or strategy. Maitreya simply felt a little wronged.
"Wang Ye, stop it already!"
"Same old rules. We form an alliance first, and in the end, whoever loses out or gains the advantage depends on their own ability. How about it?"
"And please, take this cloth bag. You must accept it!"
That familiar line again.