91. The Same Kind

"Cough—ptui."

The Exorcist spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his expression somber, "Do you know them?"

"Seen a few times." Lu Li's gaze shifted, landing on the blood threads constantly emerging around him.

The Black Charcoal Ghost intentionally controlled the blood threads to avoid Lu Li, allowing him close contact with them.

As the blood line flashed by, indiscernible as to what it was, only exuding a ominous aura that spread around him.

"Cough cough cough... Kid, do you know what you just saved!"

The Exorcist coughed again, spitting out more bloody phlegm, his condition not very good.

"Obviously."

"Knowing that and you still dare to protect it!"

"Its identity and whether I protect it shouldn't be greatly related." Lu Li politely answered.

The Exorcist across him appeared to be from the Taoist Sect, his presence indicating that Lu Li was not alone. There were still others of his kind active among humans.