The scream had come from Old Gong!
Luo Bin's heart sank to rock bottom. He got his bearings and hurried back.
He was still in the Mountain Valley, only near its edge.
The Fierce Prison had altered the appearance of his surroundings, but the distance he had traveled still roughly matched.
Soon, Luo Bin returned to the Mountain Cave.
At a glance, he saw Old Gong's head pinned firmly to the rock wall by a sword.
White smoke hissed from it. The blade had pierced straight through Old Gong's head, and righteous fiendish aura kept eating away at his ghostly body. For a moment, even bone showed!
Ghosts no longer truly had fleshly shells.
Yet the fiercer a ghost was, the closer it came to being human. Torn skin and exposed flesh meant grave injuries for humans, and the same was true of ghosts.
Luo Bin stepped forward and yanked out the sword!
Old Gong's head dropped to the ground, twitching incessantly in obvious agony.
He kept cursing, calling someone a damned old bastard and accusing him of playing tricks...
His head also kept rolling back and forth.
Just then, two people hurried back from different directions.
They were Luo Xianshen and Si Yan.
Luo Bin immediately tensed!
There was only one question that mattered: were they really themselves?
Luo Xianshen was the faster of the two and had already reached him. Luo Bin stepped forward, blocked his path, and caught his wrist!
"Mr. Luo?" Luo Xianshen said in surprise.
Luo Bin relaxed slightly. Touching those strange creatures gave him an unusual sensation and temperature.
He released Luo Xianshen's wrist without explaining. Luo Xianshen asked no questions either. He took two more steps, picked up Old Gong's head, and set it on the Chamber Pot.
Without hesitation, he slit his