"Old Flamehead, I think your brain must have rusted over. You really think I'd fall for such a ghost story that not even a child would believe?" Xiao Qiang mocked. At this moment, Qin Changlao could no longer contain the fury in his heart and struck out with his palm.
"Boy, since that's the case, you can go to hell." After he spoke, he immediately slapped his palm towards Xiao Qiang. The black aura in the air already transformed into a thin, long snake. The power of the Nascent Soul was indeed formidable, not something ordinary people could resist. Wherever the black aura went, even the leaves withered in an instant, turning into lifeless debris.
