"I say, does your City God Temple have a back door?" I had originally wanted to grab him by the collar and question him, but Ling Tong was tall and broad, dressed in a ragged burlap sack. Even I felt sorry for him.
"Master Xia, do you think a City God temple could have a back door...? To take the road back to the living world, we still have to enter through the main gate." Ling Tong hunched over. For a proper official like him, holding that pose was no easy feat.
"What do you mean, 'we'? Could I possibly travel with a cur like you?" Without thinking, I kicked him squarely in the butt. He had just beaten my soul until it smoked—when had I ever become one of his gang?
I turned and asked Song Wanyi, "So we can only fight our way through?"
Song Wanyi calmly nodded. Xijun hooked an arm around my neck and said yes. She had already set her sights on the blue-armored general guarding the gate, baring her little tiger fangs.
"Xijun wants to eat that!" Hanging behind me, Xijun pointed at the General of Shackles and Locks and called out to me adorably.
My ears began to tingle. It looked like Xijun was raring to go. The ghost messenger had already killed one of them, which had made me a heinous sinner. If she ate the dozens of ghost messengers escorting me now, what would that make me? I had no idea.
Ling Tong's ox eyes widened as he cautiously watched Xijun, apparently afraid she was only joking. *Who was that blue-armored general? That was the General of Shackles and Locks! Although a county City God was just a tiny sparrow, it had all five organs and six viscera in place. Not