Other than kneeling, the remaining movements were exactly the same as the "ritual posture" Blood Well had explained to Zhou Xuan for using the Netherworld Stone.
"What bad luck!"
Zhou Xuan waved his hand dismissively. The soul seemed to mutter something before gradually dissipating.
Everyone watching was dumbfounded.
Especially the four City Gods—they all knew that within the kite, there was a tattoo crafted by the Tattoo Evil Ghost.
Now, the soul from that tattoo had walked out of the kite and was kneeling to Zhou Xuan with strange movements.
"What kind of holy figure is this Young Master?" The City God colleagues exchanged bewildered looks.
Si Ming asked Zhou Xuan, "Young Master, why did that soul kneel to you?"
"A soul emerging from a tattoo—it kneeling to me is perfectly normal."
Zhou Xuan, smiling, said to Si Ming, "Old Si, have you forgotten that I'm a Tattoo Master?"
