The tall, thin man caught the package, his gaze mournful, and made a hand sign with both hands, fleeing without hesitation, somewhat resembling a teleportation spell.
At this moment, Daoist Song's figure passed through the wall. He glanced at the tall, thin man and suddenly said, "There must be treasure inside the package."
Just moments later, another person left behind was dead under the claws.
A sharp scream echoed from the north.
The tall, thin man who performed the teleportation spell with the package groaned as blood exploded on his back, and he fell to the ground with a thud, as if glimpsing something before his death, widening his eyes and abruptly tossing the package toward Lu Jun, who was clad in martial official attire and wielded an iron whip.
"Has he practiced Daoist spells? Did he see me?"
