Chu Hao withdrew his gaze. What exactly was that blurry thing, munching on a corpse?
The Evil Ghost said in fear, "It's this Ancient Tower. We Evil Ghosts imprisoned in Hell have no way out. One day, we'll be thrown into the Tower."
Chu Hao was silent.
At this moment, Chu Hao felt an aura approaching. His senses were extremely sharp, as if a Yanjun was heading this way.
This Yanjun came quite fast; he'd only been imprisoned in Hell for a short time.
Chu Hao went back to the surface of Hell, lay on the ground, and pretended to be dead. To make it more realistic, he grabbed a handful of blood from the wound of a half-bodied Evil Ghost and smeared it on his face, looking quite tragic.
The Evil Ghost was a bit confused and asked, "Senior, what are you doing?"
Chu Hao said, "Don't speak. I'm fishing."
Fishing?
Fishing for what?
