Xu Xiaoshou had arrived early.
Yet he had never taken the people and ghosts here to heart.
He stepped down from the Fragrant Cassia Carriage. Not far away stood Matchmaker, clutching Jin Zhu, while Uncle Jin's and Old Fu's corpses lay scattered beside her.
Li Fugui had long recognized the identities of those two. They were nothing more than killers under Three Incense Sticks' Gold Medal Hunter Order.
Most of Three Incense Sticks' killers had, to some degree, participated in the campaign against the Black-Gold Bounty placed on him back then. Their deaths were no great loss.
As for Matchmaker...
Even if she was Jin Zhu's client.
Since she had chosen to come to the Ghost Buddha Realm to temper herself, life and death were up to fate. Xu Xiaoshou had never intended to interfere much.
Just as he had said before: the world was full of ill-fated souls; how many Ai Cangshengs were there in this world? If he truly lent a hand to every person he encountered along the way, he would never make it through.
Unfortunately, this White-Faced Ghost was somewhat special—one of the targets of this trip.
"Ugh... urgh..."
Looking up, Xu Xiaoshou saw the evil ghost howl as its body rapidly disintegrated.
After the damage from the Ten-Stage Sword Finger pierced through it, even though it possessed Death God's Power, that meager amount was nowhere near enough to withstand it.
"A mere little ghost!"
Xu Xiaoshou chuckled and stopped paying attention.
Naturally, the White-Faced Ghost was not his target. It was merely a shrimp soldier and crab general leading the pack.
To outsiders, it might have seemed powerful. But even Xu Xiaoshou from half a year ago could have torn it apart with a casual hand, much less now.
What Xu Xiaoshou cared about was