"Heh, a Primordial Spirit that lacks human essence just doesn't taste as good."
The large black dog lifted its head, looking at the Three Corpses Daoist, and put down the human hand, licking its lips.
"In this chaotic world, those people are no different from evil spirits." The Three Corpses Daoist said flatly.
"You may leave."
As soon as the words fell, in the corner, those hostages exchanged glances, but not a single one dared to move.
"If you don't leave now, it will eat you." The Three Corpses Daoist said casually.
As soon as the words fell, those hostages madly rushed out of the dilapidated house as if attending a funeral, fleeing from the ruined temple, so desperately that they wished their parents had given them two more legs.
"Hm!?"
