"Is it you coming back to see me? I just knew you would definitely like this gift!" After Yun Hao felt the gust of eerie wind, he looked at the photo on the tombstone and laughed happily, just like a child!
Yun Hao's large hand gently brushed across the cover of the box, lightly swiping over the three-eyed monster, then he prepared to open the lid and take out the treasure inside!
"Stop!"
At that moment, a loud shout came from not too far away!
Yun Hao turned his head to look, only to see an old Daoist in a Daoist Robe, holding a Horsetail Whisk, floating towards him from afar!
Yes, not walking, not running, but floating over!
Damn, floating around in a cemetery, this must be a ghost, eh?
"Who are you?" Yun Hao tucked the wooden box into his chest, looking disdainfully at the old Daoist who floated in front of him.
"Chan Dao Xiaoyaozi!" The old Daoist slightly raised his palm, announcing loudly.
