Ninety-two. Kidnapping

"You're safe now,"

Lu Li withdrew a few steps after his gaze returned from outside the door, putting distance between himself and the Black Charcoal Ghost.

Even though it restrained its aura to avoid Lu Li, the chilling cold still made it unbearable for him.

This distinct gap between Lu Li and the evil spirit was evident—Lu Li could easily oppress spirits, but not evil spirits.

"Why won't you let me...fight back?" the blood threads came together but did not retract.

The cold aura of the Black Charcoal Ghost still lingered around.

"He's a good man, just too presumptuous, possibly radical due to his age. You are similar in that regard too, including being radical. Mutual slaughter among you will only please those evil spirits who truly kill for joy,"

"Am I also...like that...?"

The Black Charcoal Ghost murmured, its breath gradually calming down.

Lu Li looked around; the place was no different from when they last met.

"How did you encounter that exorcist?" Lu Li asked.