We were all startled, and the old ancestor quickly signaled us to retreat to the Naihe Bridge. I don't know what method he used to pass the message, but Meng Po cut off the Naihe Bridge again, leaving us alone on the Wangchuan River.
The old bastard led Tan Qing and his gang of evil ghosts to the bridge, laughing loudly. They had already started discussing how to kill the men and take the three women back to enjoy. Especially when Xiao Luzi was staring at Shen Bing with a greedy look, I couldn't help but get angry. I really wanted to go over and snap their penises one by one. But now I dared not to do it. If I went over, I might not be able to snap them, but they would snap me first.
"Zhen Yangzi, we can be considered old friends. I will give you half a day to think about it. If you surrender, I will release your great-grandson and entrust you with an important task in the underworld. If you refuse to repent, don't blame me, Yu Songyu, for being ruthless." The old bastard said with a sly smile.
"Master Dao, this... didn't we agree that they should all die?" Tan Qing asked in surprise, as if the old bastard's words meant that he had changed his mind temporarily.
Niu Tou Ma Mian and Shijiu Ye You also burst into dissatisfaction, because they were still thinking about the three beauties. Besides, Niu Tou Ma Mian went against the wind and took the old bastard out of the realm. This change of mind must at least get their consent.
The old bastard's face turned cold, he turned around and glanced at the ghosts, and sneered: "Don't forget that you all swore to me that you would only follow my lead. If you dare to be dissatisfied, I will send you to the realm of hell!"
As soon as he turned his face, the bastards fell silent. What happened to Niu Tou Ma Mian and Shi Liu Ye You? They were just the leaders of a group of ghost messengers in the underworld. They could run rampant in the human world, but in the underworld, in terms of real ability, they were not even on the same level as the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master. The most powerful of the Ten Yin Marshals must be the Ghost King, but he died long ago. The rest were the Seventh Master and the Eighth Master, and the next one was not as good as the first one. How dare they go against the old bastards
The old ancestor sat on the bridge and squinted his eyes and said, "Okay, let me think about it." Then he closed his eyes.
We all gathered around him and waited. I guess he was just stalling for time and was thinking of a solution. And looking at the confident look on the old bastard's face, he was not afraid of us making a fuss. I looked back at the other side of the Naihe Bridge, that was the human world. Although there was no indicator for reincarnation, and the past was certain to die, no one had ever tried it. What if there was a glimmer of hope
Both sides were silent. In the quiet and dull atmosphere, time passed by bit by bit. The old ancestor seemed to be asleep. No matter how anxiously we called him in his ear, he refused to open his eyes and say a word. It was impossible to say that he died of serious injuries, because if he died as a ghost, he would turn into smoke. It was impossible for him to sit here alive and keep his ghost body.
We were anxious, and the old bastards on the shore were also anxious. They paced back and forth with their hands behind their backs, looking at the old ancestor with a look of suspicion. Like us, they couldn't guess what the old ancestor was up to.
Half a day passed, and the ancestor still didn't open his eyes.
"Zhen Yangzi, the half-day time limit has passed, what do you say?" the old bastard shouted.
Immediately, countless eyes from both sides turned to the old ancestor. He slowly opened his eyes, smiled and said, "Why rush? I still have some obsessions in my heart that I can't resolve. Can you give me half a day to let me think it through thoroughly? Then I will give you a satisfactory answer."