Lin Mu met Huang Weizi at night to attack Feng.
Faced with the yellow weasel’s soul questioning.
Lin Mu put on his Daoist robe and asked,""Fellow villager, do I look like an ordinary person or a heavenly master to you?”
The weasel was dumbfounded!
Supernatural Revival.
The world was becoming more and more abnormal.
Man-eating Buddha statues, weasels crying over graves…
A talking paper man, a running blood coffin…
The soul-seducing impermanence, the leather boat ferrying…
Demons, ghosts, gods, and Buddhas.
A mysterious existence that had never appeared before had spread throughout the Divine Land overnight.
It became Lin Mu’s food again!
"Tsk tsk tsk…"
Lin Mu tasted the incense and shook his head."The taste of this god is not authentic!”