"Up there? Fellow Daoist Han, are you sure you're not talking nonsense? If we really get discovered, what are we going to do!" Shang Jia looked coldly at the old man Han Shuang, then turned to Lin Ce. "I don't know how much truth there is to what Fellow Daoist Lin said, but I can tell you this: if the Cult Master discovers that we've been playing tricks, none of us will keep our lives!"
"Fellow Daoist Shang Jia, what are you saying? We all want the treasure, and the treasure is real! Otherwise, why would we be fighting so desperately?" Lin Ce said, somewhat displeased. They had traveled so far and practically searched the entire western pit inch by inch, yet still hadn't found anything. This had left Lin Ce and Han Shuang fuming.
"Brat! You said that if we finished searching the west and still found nothing, we could butcher you! Your time has come!" Black light surged across Han Shuang's body. Two fingers instantly jabbed toward my forehead, and with a bang, my entire body flew backward and crashed into the bamboo forest, snapping several bamboo stalks. Fortunately, the Substitute Ghost Gu had already reached the strength of a Soul Immortal at the eighth tier. If Han Shuang had only meant to punish me lightly, it would not have been destroyed.
Seeing that Han Shuang was about to attack again, Lin Ce immediately stopped him. When the female Daoist Shang Jia saw that Han Shuang was actually getting serious, and that my Substitute Ghost Gu had spat out a mouthful of thick black blood, her expression softened at once. She said, "All right, all right. Fellow Daoist Han Shuang, hold your hand for now. Since this child has staked his life on the treasure's existence, let's trust