Hearing Xu Lang's words, Black Impermanence almost choked.
Follow the GPS?
Do you think the City of Vain Deaths is a shopping mall? Play in the big city?
Black Impermanence frowned and was about to teach Xu Lang a lesson when he was surprised to see the destination on Xu Lang's car navigation-Vain Death City!
What the hell was going on?
Since when did the location of the City of Vain Deaths become online?
Was technology so advanced nowadays?
He could actually navigate directly to the City of Vain Deaths?
Black Impermanence shook his head.
It was impossible.
It must be a haunted house or amusement park called the City of Tragic Deaths.
Grandstanding!
Although Black Impermanence had seen the golden light on the hearse and knew that Xu Lang could see him and the dark souls around him, he still couldn't convince himself that Xu Lang was a special person.
Perhaps he was just a lucky person who accidentally opened his Yin Yang Eye and was lucky enough to receive the Boundless Golden Light from a certain immortal?
Black Impermanence looked calm, but he was actually struggling inside.
They kept guessing Xu Lang's background.
For a moment, Black Impermanence and Xu Lang didn't speak.
Only Old Brother Mediterranean's dark soul seemed to be quite happy. He even hummed a little tune.
However, Black Impermanence glared at him and pulled the Soul Catching Hook. His brother immediately quieted down.
Xu Lang also felt a little awkward. He thought to himself that as an online taxi driver, breaking the awkward situation was his professionalism and his job.
Hence, Xu Lang asked," How should I address you, brother?" Should I just call him Brother Hei?"
Black Impermanence smiled." My name is Fan Wujiu. You can also call me Eighth Master!"”
As he spoke, his domineering aura was revealed.
Black Impermanence's aura spread out, and his dignity as a reaper was revealed.
"Oh, Eighth Brother. I see that your neck is still bleeding. Do you want to treat it?”
Perhaps it was because he had overused his brain.
It could also be because the wound on his neck kept bleeding.
It was more likely because Xu Lang had called him Eighth Brother.
Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu only felt a wave of dizziness, and he really looked like he could not hold on any longer.
"It was an accident. At that time, I…"
"I know. You were careless and didn't dodge. However, I suggest you deal with it.”
"Okay…and if you really want to be more intimate, you'd better call me Old Fan.”
"Alright, Eighth Brother."
“……”
It wasn't that Xu Lang was being kind. It was completely out of the instinct of an online taxi driver.
If a passenger got into an accident on the bus, the driver had to be responsible.
To Xu Lang, the mission of sending the messenger of death that he had received with great difficulty could very well turn into an accident.
Now, Xu Lang finally understood why this seemingly simple mission of sending messengers of death was a D-rank mission.
The mission description was very clear. Send the injured Messenger of Death, Black Impermanence, back to the City of Vain Deaths safely.
The key was safety.
Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu didn't seem to be safe.
Xu Lang could see it clearly from the rearview mirror.
The wound on Fan Wujiu's neck that had been bitten by the little ghost had already turned black.
Like a spider web, many black patterns appeared around him, and they were about to spread to his face and chest.
If it was a living person, he could basically give up on saving him now.
Fan Wujiu's wounds were numb, but his mind was still clear.
"I can't deal with it now. Hurry up and drive me back to the City of Vain Deaths.”
"If we're lucky, we might be able to find Lord Shing Wong and ask for a Spirit Recovery Pill.”
"If we go back too slowly…"
" Perhaps Lord Shing Wong doesn't have any Spirit Restoring Pills with him…"
"After all, Spirit Recovery Pills are rare. Even Lord Shing Wong doesn't have them all the time.”
Fan Wujiu stopped here, seemingly unwilling to continue thinking.
What a shame.
He went out on a mission to capture a vengeful spirit that had turned into a malicious spirit, but he actually failed miserably in the gutter. He was injured by an evil creature and almost returned to his original position.
If word got out, White Impermanence and Old Xie would laugh to death.
Xu Lang heard it clearly from the front.
After pondering for a moment, Xu Lang said," If I say that I have the Spirit Restoring Pill, will it be a little abrupt? Old Eighth, do you believe me?"
Fan Wujiu felt stifled.
How was this possible?
Did he really think that everyone had the Spirit Restoring Pill?
This kind of precious medicinal pill that could recover the injuries of the spirit body was rather troublesome to refine.
Moreover, it would cost a lot of good things.
The Shing Wong might have one because the current Shing Wong of Zhong Hai had a special status.
If it were any other City God, they might not even have it.
Fan Wujiu pulled a long face." I don't believe you.”
The corners of Xu Lang's mouth curled up slightly." How about this, Eighth Brother? I can also tell that your injuries are quite serious.”
"Even if we go back and ask Lord Shing Wong for the Spirit Recovery Pill, it's another matter if we get it or not.”
"If we delay the healing later, what kind of illness will we leave behind?”
"In the future, when everyone sees that Black Impermanence has a crooked neck, it won't sound good.”
"If I give you the Spirit Recovery Pill, can you use your Soul Capturing Hook to exchange for it with me?”
Xu Lang had a pure and sincere smile on his face.
"I'm not taking advantage of a burning house. This is considered a normal transaction.”
If Fan Wujiu wasn't seriously injured, he would have gone berserk.
Just as he was about to flare up, Xu Lang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, suddenly stretched out his right hand and raised a pill high up in the air.
The pill was a faint golden color, emitting a faint fragrance and a gentle golden light.
Spirit Recovery Pill!
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