Looking at the White-bearded Taoist's disheveled, panicked expression, Ning Wangshu couldn't help curling his lips into a teasing smile. He then said brightly, "Master Yan, weren't you just saying that you'd already vanquished the Evil Spirit?"
"What is this, then?"
"And didn't you also claim that your Daoism cultivation was profound, and tell me to watch what you could do? So why are you now so scared you've nearly wet yourself?"
Hearing Ning Wangshu's taunts, the White-bearded Taoist flushed scarlet, his face burning with shame and indignation.
He had wanted to come up with another excuse, but when he saw the "Malevolent Ghost" look his way again, he shuddered all over and lost the will to say anything.
He hurriedly scrambled to his feet and tried to flee again in a panic.
However, that "Malevolent Ghost"—or rather, the Primal Spirit Body—had already received orders from Mr. Wu. Naturally, it wasn't about to let him escape so easily.
The Primal Spirit Body suddenly shot toward the White-bearded Taoist with a whoosh.
Before he could react, it formed a ghastly, shadowy claw, seized him by the back of the neck, and hoisted him into the air.
"Ah! Aah! Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me! Spare me! I don't want to die!"
The White-bearded Taoist shrieked in terror, struggling wildly with all four limbs.
But the ghostly claw formed by the Primal Spirit Body held fast to the back of his neck without budging. No matter how hard he struggled, it was useless.
Watching this, Ning Wangshu folded his arms across his chest and stood by as if enjoying a show, with no intention of intervening.
After all, he'd heard Mr. Wu talking with Boss Ma earlier. He knew they only meant to scare the White-bearded Taoist, Sun Guosheng, and the others,