The Old Village Chief was so shocked by the news Dabai revealed that he sat straight down on the ground.
"T-this... this... I... our... Wuyuan Village is saved!" the Old Village Chief choked out.
"For ten thousand years, I watched one ghost after another be ground away by time and vanish into this little world. Dying here, living here, and in the end vanishing again within this narrow stretch of heaven and earth. How tragic! How tragic!" The Old Village Chief's murky tears fell in broken drops, the grief on his face utterly unable to conceal the joy in his heart.
"The villagers are saved! Yellow Springs would not take us, reincarnation would not turn. Not take us, and not turn! Now it's all right! Good! Good..." The Old Village Chief's sorrowful cries struck a deep chord with Dabai and the others, who were Yin Spirits themselves.
Yin Spirits were the same. Now things were all right! With Luo Yunji's existence, everything had hope!
The three listened to the Old Village Chief's tearful, grief-stricken cries, sighed, and withdrew.
"Dabai! Come help!" The three had just left the house when they heard Luo Yunji calling from not far away.
The three walked over.
"This one's so heavy! I want to move them away!" Luo Yunji pointed at an exotic beast beside him that was taller than he was even lying on the ground, and said excitedly.
"Leave such rough work to us! Son of the Underworld! You need only give the order!" Two villagers ran over, faces full of eager flattery. Then the two of them easily lifted that exotic beast up.
"Little Senior Brother! Look at them. You're so weak!" Luo Yunji turned to Zhang Xiaofan and scolded him.
Dabai and the other two had long since grown used to