Hearing his heartrending sobs, Wang Quan could not help feeling sad as well.
He comforted the down-and-out ghost god. "You can't blame yourself for a bitter lot. If you must blame something, blame the times."
"These times really are too hard."
At this, the down-and-out ghost god cried even more miserably. "I don't even dare blame those organizations. How would I dare blame the world?"
"Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter, seeing how pitiful I am, please stop testing things on me."
Wang Quan immediately shook his head, tossing aside his last scrap of sympathy and sorrow, and said solemnly, "That won't do."
"If I don't test my treasures on you, I'll have to find other ghost gods."
"Since some ghost god has to get hurt, why can't it be you?"
Hearing this, the down-and-out ghost god cried even more miserably.
Wang Quan's heart softened, and he could not bear to look straight at him, so he recited an incantation, making his ears grow a little and sealing his eyes shut.
This way, he could neither hear nor see.
But to observe the treasure's power, he also cast a spell that let his mind reflect the situation outside.
The next instant, he slapped his Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
The lantern flew out.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The lantern blazed with light reaching hundreds of zhang, shining upon the down-and-out ghost god.
In just an instant, deathly energy rose from all over the down-and-out ghost god's body, and he rolled across the ground in pain.
At the same time, the lantern's essence was rapidly being depleted.
In a mere ten breaths, the lantern's power diminished considerably, and its light could now illuminate only a few dozen zhang around it.
Seeing this, Wang Quan hurriedly put the lantern away.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The down-and-out ghost god twitched a