In the dim and spacious ship cabin, the dark brown Root Carving Eight Immortals stood before Li Huowang. Under the green fluorescent light, their twisted and gnarled wooden bodies looked incredibly grotesque.
Compared to Lv Dongbin and the unseen Tieguai Li, the other Eight Immortals looked even more frightening. While sharing the same root-carved nature, each possessed its own unique, monstrous features. He Xiangu's neck, for example, was twisted like a pretzel. As for the bare-chested Han Zhongli, he was particularly disgusting. His breasts were lopsided, one large and one small—and there weren't even two of them. They hung down like rotten, fatty meat.
The pitch-black cabin was silent. Facing these things, Li Huowang could hear nothing besides his own breathing.
Surrounded by the wooden sculptures, Li Huowang knew that in this utterly mad world, anything associated with the word 'immortal' is a bad omen!
