"Helian Su, quick... quick... take it!"
Just as Xu Taiping was marveling at the cultivation of the man outside the temple, the young man who had been grievously wounded by that punch suddenly scrambled up from the ground and thrust a finger bone into Xu Taiping's hand.
"This... this is the Plate-Armor Ghost King's finger bone. Hurry and... sacrifice me to the Plate-Armor Ghost King. Summon... summon his plate-armor power to keep you... keep you safe... then take this to the Helian Family Head!"
The young man clutched Xu Taiping's arm in a death grip and, as he spoke, stuffed a black skull into Xu Taiping's robes.
Clearly, this young man from Guifang's Helian Clan had mistaken Xu Taiping for Helian Su.
"Sacrifice you? Can't you leave with me? We could sacrifice the refugees in this temple instead!"
Xu Taiping took the black skull and questioned the young man, imitating Helian Su's tone.
He asked this not out of concern for the young man, but because he wanted to learn more from him.
Besides, without a Guifang hunter to guide them, he would not be able to escape with Gu Qingcheng and the others.
"To sacrifice other refugees, you must follow the Ghost King's rules... there's... there's no time. You can only sacrifice a descendant with the Helian Clan's bloodline. And I... even if you don't... sacrifice me... I can only live a little longer at most."
"But... but that won't do. Someone must... survive to bring this black skull to the family head."
"Otherwise... otherwise, the Helian Clan will be crushed beneath the Wutu Clan... never able to rise... rise again!"
As he finished speaking, the young man coughed up a mouthful of blood.
At the same time, a figure appeared in the temple doorway.
The figure was so