Wang Quan was not afraid of the tiger demons' tricks.
Because he could return to the Second Layer of the Underworld at any time.
After examining the monsters' memories, the twelve Ghost Gods of the Second Layer of the Underworld had originally been too afraid to go.
But one Ghost God ate a brain and grew much wiser. "Even Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter dares to venture deep into the tiger's den. We're so much stronger than he is. What are we afraid of?"
"If we really encounter danger, Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter will die first."
"Surely none of you are worried that Fellow Daoist Flower-Scatter will use himself as chum?"
The Ghost Gods immediately laughed. "We're all on the same side. We're partners."
"Why would Flower-Scatter Wang Quan use himself as chum to harm us?"
"Let's go together!"
Whoosh!
The black cloud writhed, following behind Wang Quan.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The tiger demon passed through green mountains and waded across emerald rivers, bounding merrily along the way.
Wang Quan helped carry his golden lungs, occasionally dangling them in front of him.
This made the tiger demon run even faster.
"Hey, what's your name?" Wang Quan asked curiously.
The tiger demon smiled guilelessly. "My name is Tigerish Vigor!"
Wang Quan...
"Good name!"
Tigerish Vigor looked pleased. "Of course. My childhood sweetheart gave it to me."
"Right, what's your name?"
Wang Quan...
"You don't know my name?"
"Should I?"
Wang Quan said, "I have a Legend Rating. Normally, any intelligent living creature who sees me will know my name!"
Tigerish Vigor looked bewildered. "Why don't I know it?"
"Could it be because we aren't creatures of this world?"
Wang Quan looked thoughtful.
As they hurried along, he asked about the tribe.
Tigerish Vigor told him everything he knew, holding nothing back, and even volunteered