Qin Ze was so startled that the water grasses around him twisted wildly. Suddenly, two strands of red hair flew out from behind him, instantly entangling the Daoist tightly, rendering him unable to move.
With a clang, a scarlet blade light flashed before his eyes, and the head of the Ghost Taoist fell from its shoulders, rolling away.
"Trust is a rare commodity!"
This ghost was at least a fifth layer, and this blade from Sang Que couldn't take the ghost's life. Without a head, the ghost Taoist's body remained, its arms bound by Xia Chan's hair, still holding a flag in one hand, while the other hand clutched a shaking sign tube.
A stick was about to fall out, with 'Bad Luck' written on it.
If that divination stick hit the ground, nothing good would happen.
Sang Que acted quickly, dismembering the sign tube from the Ghost Taoist's hand before the stick could fall.
