"He said that himself?" The Ghost King found it rather amusing. What an interesting turn of events!
They had only spoken for a couple of sentences when the crying from Luo Yunji abruptly stopped. The Ghost King and Wu Dayi both looked over. Luo Yunji got to his feet, dusted off his pants, then dusted off his hands.
"Hic!" He let out a sobbing hiccup. "Little Junior Brother! I cried myself hungry!"
Zhang Xiaofan immediately turned to get some food. Just then, Luo Yunji suddenly burst into tears again. "I'm hungry... waah..."
Wu Dayi turned to the Ghost King and raised an eyebrow.
The Ghost King still hadn't quite gotten used to it. He scratched his temple and clicked his tongue.
He Dazhi finished his last stroke, put down the brush in his hand, wiped his hands, and walked over.
"Did the Ghost King also come for that so-called rare treasure?" He Dazhi approached with a smile and asked.
The Ghost King smiled and shook his head.
He Dazhi paused. "Then..."
"I won't hide it from you! I came to look for the Yellow Bird!" The Ghost King's face fell as soon as he said this. The three of them had been searching for a long time, but hadn't found a trace of the Yellow Bird.
By all rights, that shouldn't have been possible. The Yellow Bird was an ancient divine beast, and with a body that enormous, it couldn't exactly hide. Someone ought to have seen it. But he had searched all along the way and asked everyone he met, yet found no clues at all.
Wu Dayi and He Dazhi didn't exchange a word. Each simply looked at the Ghost King with clear, steady eyes.
"The Nine Heavens Divine Bird?" He Dazhi furrowed his brow. "At Liubo Mountain,