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"Fuck, fuck!!"
After a brief moment of excitement, Yang Xiao, having calmed down, didn't know whether this was good or bad fortune; after all, the horsetail whisk corresponded to the Ghost Bodhisattva, whose evil nature was plain for all to see.
Fu Qingzhu's Hanging Rope and the jade eyeballs that Black Sunglasses could summon Blindfolded Ghost with, together with his own Paper Lantern, only just managed to suppress the Ghost Bodhisattva.
If he hadn't been quick-witted, he might have almost messed up today.
Besides, there was one more thing: that blind old man, Human Flesh Lama, how could he see the funeral procession he had summoned?
Was it only visible to him, or could all Evil Cultivators see it?
This question was of utmost importance to Yang Xiao, as it related to his own safety. After all, from his previous experiences, it seemed that apostles like Beibei and Fu Qingzhu couldn't see it, and neither could ordinary people.