One of Them Must Go

"This world's ghosts seem a little fierce." Wang Tie Zhu instinctively felt his heart quail. In this world, one rarely heard the word "ghost"; most people referred to things like supernatural entities or the Lord of Supernatural Phenomena.

From what he had heard along the way, Wang Tie Zhu could feel this world's fear of supernatural entities.

Even cultivators had little sense of security and wished only to avoid them at all costs.

Not long ago, Lin'an City had suffered the descent of a terrifyingly massive Supernatural Incident city. Countless people had died, and even now, Lin'an City remained trapped in the lingering terror and tremors that followed.

Once night fell, the city became silent as death—not even dogs dared bark.

Anyone who was not afraid definitely had something wrong with them.

"You're scared? Then forget it."

Lamborghini Bull tilted its head and shot Wang Tie Zhu a sidelong glance.

That glance contained thirty percent contempt, thirty percent ridicule, and forty percent mockery.

The contempt of a bull!

Wang Tie Zhu knew perfectly well that Lamborghini was deliberately provoking him, but he still could not help getting worked up.

Anyone could look down on him, except Lamborghini.

Men fought for a breath of dignity; Buddhas fought for a stick of incense.

As the Turtle Immortal who rode a bull, how could he be looked down upon by a lowly "mount"?

If he did not fight for this breath of dignity, the bull would dare ride on his neck tomorrow.

"Scared? Hmph, it's just a Supernatural Incident. It's not like I've never seen one before." Wang Tie Zhu folded his arms across his chest and said disdainfully, "Which family? You lead the way tomorrow!"

The next day, when Wang Tie Zhu arrived at the Liang Family—

the moment he saw