To avoid being killed by Lin Luo, the Farmer could only bite the bullet and say, "Actually, my son originally had Baal's Ghost Eyes, but later, while I was away, the village's Clan Elder took the opportunity to gouge out my son's eyes and claim them for himself."
Speaking of the past, the Farmer bared his teeth in fury. If he hadn't weighed the pros and cons, he would have hacked that Sickly Ghost to pieces long ago.
Lin Luo had no interest in the grudge between these two ghosts, but now that he had learned the whereabouts of Baal's Ghost Eyes...
The trip hadn't been in vain.
To avoid any mishaps, Lin Luo planned to assemble the Hell Torch before the Sacrifice began.
That way, he could face the hundred ghosts running rampant during the Sacrifice in peak condition.
"If your information proves useful to me, I'll remember that I owe you a favor. Just focus on recovering."
With that, Lin Luo left with Bai Qianqian.
His words, however, left the Farmer looking as though he had swallowed shit.
If Lin Luo failed to obtain Baal's Ghost Eyes, he would definitely come back to settle the score with the Farmer.
At that thought, the Farmer felt even more aggrieved.
To be such a spineless ghost...
He had utterly disgraced ghostkind.
But circumstances forced his hand. No matter how aggrieved he felt, the Farmer could only endure it for now.
"You pest, that Sickly Ghost isn't so simple. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given up Baal's Ghost Eyes so easily."
The Farmer lowered his head and muttered hoarsely.
He looked just like a wild beast driven into a corner.
Meanwhile, Lin Luo and Bai Qianqian arrived at the courtyard residence where the Sickly Ghost lived.
As the village's Clan Elder, the