I hurriedly pulled out the gem bottle. One look made me jump—the thing was still crystal clear, but a heap of strange characters had appeared on it, and it kept trembling. I turned around. The red-robed old ghost had stopped coming and was watching me from three li away.
"Big Brother! Give it to Yan'er!" Yan'er reached out for the thing. After thinking it over, I immediately tossed it into her hands. When I saw the four Seven-Star Realm experts stop nearby without pressing on or urging me, I knew something was wrong.
I snorted and looked at the Worthy King. "There really was a trap, huh?"
"You're quite alert. We knew from the start that you were full of tricks and would never surrender meekly. That's why we not only invited Fellow Daoist Geng Fei, the Barefoot Flying Immortal, who was as skilled as you at tracking and was renowned throughout the Six Great Immortal Sects, to stop you, but also prepared a bomb for you. It's the one that injured your little ghost. As for the real Soul-Washing Marrow medicine, it's still in my hands." The Worthy King's tone was no longer pleasant. After I'd toyed with him once, it was only natural that he was wary of me.
"So that's how it is. I can throw away the bomb. What can you do to me then? Blow me up?" I said with a frown. The thing looked as if it contained liquid. Could it be a liquid bomb? The kind that could flatten everything within several kilometers after detonation? Ya, throw it away.
"That it won't do. This thing is filled with countless insect eggs that can track anyone who comes into contact with it. Once detonated, an area within a li will be shrouded in a