Yu Xuzi's face kept changing, from kindness to disgust, constantly interchanging.
"Drop the lamp and get out of here, I will continue to suppress it, it's my mission. Go, go!"
Tan Wenbin looked at the lamp in his hand and then glanced at Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Xiao Yuan, this thing..."
"Drop it."
"Okay." Tan Wenbin tossed the lamp, which clattered to the ground, rolling continuously, yet its flame remained undying.
Li Zhiyuan then said to Run Sheng and Yin Meng: "Help the Daoist, fight the evil spirit."
Run Sheng and Yin Meng immediately rushed forward.
Yu Xuzi shouted: "Don't worry about me, just go."
After this shout, Yu Xuzi's expression transformed into one of disgust again.
Run Sheng, holding the Yellow River Shovel, struck directly at Yu Xuzi.
The disgusted face of Yu Xuzi lifted the hand covered with fish scales and grabbed at the Yellow River Shovel.
"Clang!"
