Jiang huailu stood at the entrance of the hall of salvation.
At this moment, the hall of salvation still looked the same as before, but it seemed to be covered in a layer of golden light.
It had a mysterious aura.
Lu huaijiang had one hand behind his back, his eyes slightly deep.
This little girl's fate was truly extraordinary.
Even the heavens were willing to match her.
"Why did you leave so many spirits in the hall of salvation? Now that the world is full of Yin spirits, why do you keep them instead of calling them to be Yin soldiers?" Lu huaijiang looked at the dark spirits without any emotion.
Jiang huailu held her chin, the flesh on her little face was all scrunched up.
"I've just found two helpers to bring them to the afterlife." As she said that, she saw little Huai Lu's eyes suddenly light up.
Two men suddenly appeared out of thin air.