At the side, the old Daoist priest vomited until it was dark. He returned all the food he had just eaten. It was very miserable. There was a pool of red, white, and yellow on the ground. It was colorful, as if a saucepan shop had been opened.
Tears welled up in his eyes. The old Daoist priest was filled with regret and hatred. Why was he so unlucky?
He was extremely careful and cautious, thinking that he had jumped into a pit, but he did not expect that he would foolishly jump into a bigger pit.
He shouted as he jumped:
So superficial!
"Leave her body and come with me."
Zhou Ze urged. He was the only one left. If they sent him back to hell, he would be promoted.