In order to completely erase a family line, they actually hand over their own kind to the Evil Spirit. Li Huowang never expected that behind this seemingly mocking name, Evil Spirit, there'd be such an absurd custom.
"With this many people delivered right to its door, that Rope Kid must be thrilled, huh?"
"Of course! Every time it sees another old person coming in, oh boy, it couldn't be happier. If it had hands and feet, it would probably serve tea with a big smile."
Chatting idly with Han Fu about these topics, Li Huowang felt like their relationship had grown a lot closer—or at least, it looked that way on the surface.
"Daoist Han, how much longer until we can leave this place?" Li Huowang stared at the darkness endlessly receding to either side as he asked.
