As he spoke, Meng Qixi couldn't help feeling somewhat dejected. Although their great vengeance had been exacted, the dead and buried could ultimately never be resurrected.
Li Ang calmly asked Meng Qixi, "What do you plan to do next?"
"Plan…"
Meng Qixi glanced at the Ghost, whose expression of malice had faded, and hesitated before saying, "So many people have died here. We should probably escape to the mountains, the farther the better. Fortunately, I'm a Ghost-type player, so I don't need to worry about running out of yin energy and can even use some of it to maintain her form and consciousness."
"That's good."
Li Ang nodded and, recalling something, said to the Ghost, "By the way, can you spit out Lu Maodian again?"
After thinking it over, the Ghost's distended belly churned and writhed.
