"Did those pigeons grow feathered ears?
"Did those monkeys have their feathered ears drain their nutrients, drain their brains, drain them to death?"
Bai Mo couldn't quite comprehend.
What is the origin of this bird?
Can't even look directly at it?
Looking at it causes contamination?
Is its gaze and vision an Immortal Technique?
...
In the West Ridge Mountain Range.
Miyamoto Rokuzo paced back and forth, face full of joy, as he confirmed the last details with his master.
"According to you, as long as enough Life Souls are offered, this Ghost Car Immortal Beast can be revived and return?
"How many are needed then?"
He sneakily glanced at the entourage he brought.
He heard in his mind the voice of the Ancient Immortal, equally unsettled, suppressing joy in the heart.
"The people you brought are not enough!
"Do you know there's a concert of ten thousand people happening in the West State?
"We don't need all those ten thousand Life Souls.
"We just need eighty thousand!
