Daoist Master, Are You Taking Godsons?

"Jin Chang actually died?"

Early morning sunlight shone on Zhang Xuezhou, but what met his eyes was neither warm nor gentle.

Against the light, Jin Chang's bloody head came into view.

The gruesome expression on Jin Chang's face in death looked especially terrifying.

"He's dead, he's dead!" Jin Wanliang said happily. "Grandpa's quick on his feet. As long as he's killing someone weaker than himself, nobody can escape his pursuit!"

"Ahem!"

The Golden Toad Dharma King's face was rosy. He coughed softly, signaling Jin Wanliang not to add words like "killing someone weaker than himself." It made him look as though he could only bully the weak.

In front of Jin Chang, Zou Bugui moved about on unsteady legs, repeatedly examining the head and checking it for Jin Chang's identifying features.

He circulated his Law Power, slowly drawing a bloodstained filament out of his body.

"Junior brother, in the end, you lost your life in this struggle!"

The puppet thread came out of his body with exceptional ease.

Without its master's Law Power guiding it, Zou Bugui drew it out carefully and smoothly.

He looked at the puppet thread, nearly ten meters long, on the ground and felt little pity for Jin Chang.

Either Jin Chang died or he himself died. He might even be made into a puppet by Jin Chang, or turned into a human pill in the future.

Zou Bugui could not accept such a future.

He valued his life dearly.

If he did not want to die, then someone else had to.

The shadow of more than ten years faded, and Zou Bugui felt a weight lift from his heart, as though he had broken some kind of shackle.

He glanced at the head, green blood still lingering in its nostrils, then bent down and dug