"What's wrong with that?"
The old man gave a strange smile, and the wrinkles on his face grew even denser.
"Both the bizarre and vicious ghosts erode the body, while the bizarre and vicious ghosts are enemies. Wouldn't it be wonderful to let these ghostly things fight each other?"
"You're playing with fire." The hoodie man sneered.
"You needn't worry about that. Naturally, I've found my own method. All right, come with me. Perhaps we can sit down and talk, and clear up some misunderstandings."
The old man drew closer with every sentence. The two sides were now less than twenty meters apart.
"All right, come with me."
Suddenly.
The hoodie man's alarm bells rang loudly. He sensed a terrifying crisis surging toward him, like a massive wave that could crush him to pieces at any moment!
"If you want to force me to stay, how many of you have come?"
He narrowed his eyes.
He was secretly anxious, but showed nothing on his face. Instead, he sneered. "I didn't come to Blue Star's Tancheng alone this time. Think carefully. The Fishbone Temple hasn't opened yet."
Tancheng was now like a powder keg. Even the tiniest spark could set it off.
Before the Fishbone Temple opened, however, no one was willing to be that spark. The first rafter to stick out rotted first; they might end up surrounded and attacked by everyone.
The old man before him was powerful and had a faction backing him.
But compared with the top organizations and factions from the Supernatural World in the city, he was nothing. There were plenty of people who could kill him with a single slap.
The hoodie man hoped to make them hesitate by reminding them of this, so they would not dare act recklessly.
"Heh."
"Don't worry. We'll