"Hehe."
"To think that after so many years, someone still remembers my name, Ghost Face Mo Ji. Qi Wudi, isn't it? You're pretty good. I'll leave you an intact corpse later."
"Lu Lin, you actually managed to discover my traces. It seems you are a genius not inferior to Qi Wudi. It's just a pity you'll die here."
"However, there's no need for you to regret, I've sent many geniuses to the netherworld. There, you can drink and laugh to your heart's content."
Listening to Ghost Face Mo Ji's words, Lu Lin looked impatient and picked his ears with his fingers, waiting for the opponent to finish. "Old fool, didn't your mom ever tell you that if you're ugly, don't come out to scare people?"
"What!?"
"You're courting death!"
"I was thinking of letting you live a moment longer, but if you're so oblivious to life and death, then... damn it!"
As Ghost Face Mo Ji spoke, he felt an impact on his chest.
His body kept retreating.
