The night wind whistled, the temperature was very low, and the representative of Our Religion, needing to urinate, went to the edge of the camp to relieve himself.
Ten minutes passed, and the representative of Our Religion still had not returned.
The Old Taoist went to find him and saw the representative standing in the sand, maintaining a urinating posture, blood flowing from his eyes, already dead.
"Humph, see that? That's the consequence of urinating," the Young Taoist said to those around.
Chu Xianling and Sun Yiyi lowered their heads.
Due to the special physiological structure of women, they cannot hold their urine.
"Master, it seems she intends to make us hold it in until we die," Song Xiaodong whispered to the Young Taoist.
"Exactly, well then, let's be proactive, take care of this Fierce Ghost, and relieve ourselves with peace of mind."
The Young Taoist took out the Soul-Attracting Bell and hung it above the entrance of the tent, where it jingled in the wind.
