"Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll head back to West Martial first!"
Morgue.
Su Yue prepared to bid farewell.
He really didn't like this place; it's so eerie, as if a corpse could come back to life at any moment.
Once he finished speaking, Su Yue was ready to dash off.
"Wait, there's one last thing!"
Lu Xiliang hurriedly called him back.
"Uncle, if you're going to teach me how to handle corpses, I refuse; I'm a bit scared of ghosts!"
Su Yue shook his head.
I'm not interested at all in subjects related to undead zombies.
"In the future, could you stop bringing up handling corpses?
"Come over, let's take a picture together. You're my daughter's idol; she's wanted your autograph and photo for a long time!"
Lu Xiliang's face darkened.
Do I really look so much like a Daoist who handles corpses?
Have you ever seen such a handsome old Daoist?
Absurd, crazy!
"Oh, so it's this—easy!"
After speaking, Su Yue flashed a peace sign.
