Just as Zhao Youliang was preparing to provoke the fat lama and then take the opportunity to extort money from him for medical expenses, several uninvited guests arrived at the barbecue restaurant.

It was the "Bald Gang" that Zhao Youliang had unintentionally tricked and wiped out before.

However, the leader of this new batch was not bald.

Instead, she was an old woman with a full head of green hair and a face covered in tiny scales.

What's most frightening are her eyes—pale green, vertical pupils, cold and devoid of any emotion.

If it weren't for the fact that this old woman was so ugly, she would have looked like Medusa, the monster from Western mythology.

The old woman, leaning on a cane shaped like a snake's head, walked straight up to Zhao Youliang. She stared at him expressionlessly for a while before speaking.

As she spoke, Zhao Youliang was astonished to discover that even her tongue was forked.

"The Gu has descended upon the Thirteen Gates; the Snake Walker greets the Master."

Because the sorcerer from Nanyang always mistakenly believed that Zhao Youliang was a hidden master, the old woman treated him with great courtesy.

Since the other party was polite, Zhao Youliang naturally wouldn't cause trouble.

Moreover, with his current knowledge, he already knows that the other party is not a member of the underworld, but a mysterious sorcerer.

He hurriedly stood up with a smile to greet him, while also disdainfully pushing the fat lama aside.

"Don't mention any so-called 'master,' you're too kind."

"You must be tired after coming all this way. Sit down and rest for a while."

"Hey, Sis, Zhao, you two can head back if you're not busy. I'm going to chat with these friends for a bit."

Zhao Youliang understood that the visitors were up to no good, so he tried to get Yingchun's wife and the police officer Xiao Zhao away to prevent them from being implicated.

However, Zhao Youliang overlooked one thing: both Sister Yingchun and Policeman Xiao Zhao were extremely sentimental.

They could tell that the fat lama and the strangely shaped old woman were not ordinary people, so they were even more worried about leaving Zhao Youliang behind.

After exchanging a glance, Sister Yingchun spoke as if nothing had happened.

"Quantum, you're wrong about that!"

"Your friend is here at our shop, so we can't let him come on an empty stomach... Here's what we'll do: I won't disturb your business conversation, I'll go to the back and grill some skewers for everyone."

"You guys chat all you want, we'll have a drink together later."

After Sister Yingchun finished speaking, Xiao Zhao immediately chimed in, "I'll go help."

As he spoke, Xiao Zhao intentionally or unintentionally revealed the gun at his waist, his threatening intent evident in his words.

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang was moved but also smiled bitterly to himself: Brother Zhao, these people are not afraid of the police or guns.

Your ordinary bullets simply can't kill them.

Compared to Sister Yingchun and police officer Xiao Li, Guo Zhengde and his group were much more "down-to-earth".

He took the initiative to speak to the fat lama, saying, "Master, I entrust everything to you."

"We ordinary people can't help, so let's go back first!"

"Rest assured, the promised offerings will be exactly as promised after the matter is accomplished!"

The fat lama was clearly an impatient man, or rather, a violent one.

He waved to Guo Zhengde, signaling them to get lost.

He then slammed the nearly finished lamb leg onto the table with a loud thud and yelled at Zhao Youliang.

"You brat, you'd better return the prayer wheel and the human skin drum to me right now if you don't want to die."

"Otherwise, I will definitely turn you into a ghost slave and enslave you day and night!"

As he spoke, the high lama stretched out his greasy hand and reached for Zhao Youliang's chest.

Although Zhao Youliang is only a half-baked cultivator, his experience in fighting and brawling, having lived on the streets since childhood, is extremely rich.

Seeing the other person grab his collar, he instinctively pulled out a lighter and burned it—that pure gold lighter.

This is also one of the "practical experiences" that Zhao Youliang summarized after being bullied and beaten by others for a long time when he was a child.

If you're not as strong as the person bullying you, then you can only use "weapons," and a lighter is the most convenient and practical one.

The same applies to real life: when a bad guy grabs your neck from behind, don't hesitate, take out a lighter and burn his arm.

Trust me, this move is more effective than any martial art!

The fat lama never expected Zhao Youliang to use such a despicable trick. Even if he had thought of the trick, he would never have imagined that there would be such a terrifying lighter in the world.

Amidst screams, his entire arm was instantly set ablaze, resembling a torch soaked in gasoline.

"Ah!" In excruciating pain, the fat lama staggered backward, then pounded his stomach hard with his other hand.

"Ugh!" A large amount of dark green, foul-smelling unidentified liquid gushed out, spraying all over the burning arm.

With a hissing sound, the flames instantly shrank, and the Grand Lama took the opportunity to remove the "red cloth" he was wearing and tightly wrap it around his injured arm.

Upon closer inspection, the "red cloth" was found to be covered with mysterious scriptures.

It is clearly a rare treasure.

The flames were completely extinguished under the "red cloth," leaving only the smell of burning.

Having suffered such a great loss, how could the lama possibly let it go? He immediately formed the "Vajra Mudra" with one hand and rapidly chanted the six-syllable mantra.

"Om Mani Padme Hum!"

With the combined blessing of the mantra and the mudra, the fat lama's already enormous fist immediately slammed towards Zhao Youliang's chest like a warhammer.

At this critical moment, unexpectedly, the snake-like old woman suddenly made her move.

Instead of attacking Zhao Youliang, he raised his snake-shaped cane to meet the Grand Lama's fist.

“Master, we are both guests who have just arrived. How can we be rude to our host?”

The unassuming cane appeared to the lama as a black and white cobra, hissing and lunging to bite at his fist.

The high lama was both shocked and furious upon seeing this, and quickly withdrew his attack.

The old woman didn't press the matter further and took back her cane.

The fat lama roared in fury: "You sorcerer, what do you mean?!"

The old woman chuckled coldly, ignoring the trembling, fat lama, and instead turned to look at Zhao Youliang.

"We, the Thirteen Sects of Gu Suppression, have come with full sincerity, hoping to have a good talk with the sorcerer."

"As long as you are willing to return the Seven Tragic Stones, the matter of killing many of our disciples and elders will be wiped clean."

"In addition, there is a generous gift to offer!"

As they were talking, the skinheads who had come with the old woman had already carried out a mahogany box and placed it on the ground.

Although he didn't know what was inside, Zhao Youliang realized that the gift was definitely not light.

At the same time, Zhao Youliang was also wondering to himself: Seven Tragic Stones? Isn't that the one the corpse driver went down into the tomb to find?

When did I ever steal the Seven Tragic Stones from the skinheads? I only exchanged a few words with them, okay?!

Also, why are they being so polite to me? They don't seem like polite or civilized people at all...

Additional explanation of terms outside the book: Guhyasamāja vajra (Sanskrit: Guhyasamāja vajra), also known as "Guhyasamāja vajra".

One of the five principal deities practiced and visualized in Tibetan Buddhism's Tantric tradition, it was transmitted by the translator Marpa and is also the guardian deity of Tsongkhapa, the founder of the Gelug school.