"Brother Simu, I—"
"No need to say more. Being able to find offerings that Ancestor likes is your skill."
After roughly closing the wound at his severed arm, the Yellow Turban Ghost King calmly took out a brocade pouch dripping with blood.
With a slight flick of his wrist, he sent it into the air.
Seeing this, the Big-headed Ghost Infant immediately let out a giggle and flew into it.
"Let's go. The Blood Infant Bag won't last long. We must quickly retrieve Ancestor's treasure from the Great Yin Wind Pool!"
After speaking, the Yellow Turban Ghost King hung the blood-dripping brocade pouch at his waist, then rose into the air and flew straight toward the Great Yin Wind Pool.
The Red Turban Ghost King knew very well that every moment Ancestor remained awake increased their risk of being devoured, so he followed without a second word.
On the other side, watching the two escape lights vanish into the distance, the ghostfire in the Buddha Bone King's eye sockets flickered as he asked in confusion:
"Boss, those two are in such a hurry. Have they already found that demon head's trail?"
"As far as I know, that Ghost Infant possesses a pair of Natal Treasure Bells. Once activated, no living creature within several million li can escape its senses.
"That man recently slaughtered so many Big-headed Ghosts. The baleful aura on him must carry a distinctive scent.
"So long as he remains within the Big-headed Ghost Kingdom, his whereabouts will definitely be impossible to conceal!
"Come on, we'll follow them too!"
Seeing that the distance between them had widened sufficiently, the Burly Ghost immediately gave the order.
Hearing this, the Buddha Bone King immediately formed a hand seal. The White Bone Lotus Platform beneath his feet spun, and they vanished