C1144 Astral Hole of Esoteric Buddhism

I clearly remembered that when Mao Yuanshan saw the Ghost-face Bodhisattva, he was like a ferocious dog. If he didn't run, he would be bitten. If he ran, he would be afraid of being chased and bitten. At this moment, I also deeply experienced that feeling. I wanted to move, but I didn't dare to. I stood there, helpless.

"Ding dong, ding dong..."

I didn't move