Do we meet again? Or part ways?

Zhao Chen saw the talisman paper hanging in mid-air, and then a black silhouette gradually emerged."Ah!" he shrieked, scrambling backward in terror!"This little guy just needs you to bleed a little b...to feast on heavily burdened ghosts. Your Excellency, your defenses are lax..."The old Daoist's lips moved again, as if this time the connection was even better, his words more coherent: "Chaotic thin...