Just as the two were talking, the Nine Heavens Demon Child had already finished fighting the group of ghosts.

Since it was just a spell and not a real summoning of the Five Witches' army, when the "blood mist" disappeared, two hideous puppets were revealed.

Although they were in a very sorry state, they were still far from being completely wiped out.

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang quickly asked Liao Zhiyuan.

"Little Liao, can you spit out any more blood? I can use the Nine Heavens Demon Child Curse one more time!"

Liao Zhiyuan smiled wryly upon hearing this: "Brother Quantum, don't be silly. This is my lifeblood. If you spit it out again, I'll kick the bucket on the spot."

"But...but I have another trick up my sleeve, you cover me!"

After saying this, without waiting for Zhao Youliang's reply, he took out a piece of yellow cloth with yin and yang and the eight trigrams drawn on it, spread it on the ground, and then sat down on it with his eyes closed.

This is clearly a "spellcasting pre-casting animation".

Seeing this, Zhao Youliang dared not delay and suddenly pushed the big yellow dog toward the two puppets.

"Everyone, let's attack together and fight that filthy thing!"

While forcing the thugs to lead the charge, Zhao Youliang himself wasn't idle either:

Just like Liao Zhiyuan before, he suddenly bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood into the palm of his left hand, then held a pen in his right hand and drew in the air.

"The Three Pure Ones above reflect the mind below, Heaven is clear and Earth is spiritual. With the second stroke, the Ancestral Master appears, invoking the Heavenly Gods and mobilizing the Heavenly Army. With the third stroke, the evil spirits flee, what ghost dares to witness, what evil spirit dares to face? Heaven is round and Earth is square, the laws and decrees are in nine chapters, I now put down my pen, all ghosts will hide!"

"Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!!"

After the incantation was completed, a golden-armored celestial god's phantom materialized and swung towards the male puppet with a whoosh.

As for the female doll, it was stopped by Xiong Ba and the Mad Ghost Prisoner.

After spitting out his semen, Zhao Youliang became as weak as Liao Zhiyuan, barely able to stand while nervously surveying the surrounding battle situation.

The spirits in his shrine were already in dire straits under the siege of the ghosts, especially the big yellow dog.

The big yellow dog can now single-handedly hold off the "officer ghost" and a hundred or so ghost soldiers.

Despite having the help of eighteen lackeys, they couldn't match the opponent in either quality or quantity, and could only be humiliated on the ground.

He was being beaten so badly that he howled and screamed, looking like a mangy dog ​​being brutally beaten by a group of burly men wielding sticks.

But amazingly, no matter how much it gets beaten, the big yellow dog can always get back up, baring its teeth.

He was beaten more and more badly, losing many teeth and becoming lame.

And every time the big yellow dog got up again, it would first glare fiercely at Zhao Youliang before howling and continuing to pounce on him to fight.

His eyes conveyed a clear message: "Quantum, you just wait and see!"

Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhao Youliang was terrified by the glare and quickly said, "Hey, Brother Gou, just hold on a little longer, Xiao Liao's special move should be ready soon!"

After saying that, he wanted to rush over to help the big yellow dog... and get beaten up with the big yellow dog.

Just then, the male puppet broke through the spell Zhao Youliang had just cast and flew towards them with a ferocious grin.

"Not good!" Zhao Youliang was about to dodge when he saw this, but then he suddenly remembered Liao Zhiyuan behind him.

Therefore, he could only grit his teeth and persevere, taking out a "paper spirit" that he had cut out and throwing it out.

Small knives, swords, puppies, hedgehogs, and more are all available.

"Paper soldiers, paper seals, paper is imbued with spirits; with spiritual paper in hand, a million soldiers can take form!"

As soon as the incantation was finished, a group of "small animals" wielding weapons appeared instantly, charging towards the male puppet with shouts of "Heave-ho!"

The male doll maintained its sinister smile, then suddenly opened its mouth wide.

The angle made it look like the entire face split open at the mouth, and then the upper part folded behind the head.

With a single inhale, all the paper spirits were sucked into the male doll's stomach and swallowed with a gulp.

"Wow!"

Just as Zhao Youliang was at a loss, the benevolent spirits he had previously taken into the temple suddenly appeared and firmly protected him behind him.

"Grandpas, it's you?!"

The leader of the benevolent spirits smiled and said, "Quantum, we know you are a good child. You couldn't bear to see us take risks, so you didn't bring us out."

"But now that we've joined your guild, we have an obligation to help you."

"Remember, don't treat us like outsiders anymore."

As they were talking, the male puppet, grinning maliciously, floated closer and pierced through the benevolent soul at the front with a wave of its hand.

Having suffered such severe injury, the benevolent spirit slowly vanished, leaving Zhao Youliang with only a kind and gentle smile.

The other benevolent spirits did not back down upon seeing this; instead, they all rushed forward and tightly bound the male puppet, buying Liao Zhiyuan time to cast his spell.

Unfortunately, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great, and in a short time, several more benevolent souls were defeated and vanished into thin air.

The sacrifice of several benevolent souls had already turned Zhao Youliang's eyes bloodshot.

So he disregarded everything else and roared angrily at the sky.

"A small knife floats in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist!"

"Brother Dao, come quick! I'll risk a whole kidney today to make you stab me to pieces, you have to help me kill this bastard!!"

Amidst the roar, the small wooden knife used to suppress the coffin in the paper-making shop immediately emitted a roar like a fighter jet engine.

Just as he was about to take off to support Zhao Youliang, he was gently pressed down by a fair hand.

The owner of the hand spoke in an extremely gentle voice: "Don't be silly."

Surprisingly, the usually unruly little wooden knife immediately quieted down.

And like a pet cat, it kept rubbing against her fair, bony hand affectionately.

Looking at the small wooden knife, the Northern Blood Dragon, who had slowly appeared, smiled.

"Sir, this little thing is so intelligent; it seems the young general's skills are becoming increasingly profound."

That's right, the owner of the hand is the mysterious gentleman.

The gentleman smiled in response, "Yes, it's been a long time since I've seen the grand plan. I wonder how he's doing..."

The gentle-mannered gentleman initially wanted to say, "I wonder how he's doing," but then he thought, given Chen Daji's personality, if he were to offend Chen Daji, it would only be others who were unhappy...

Behind the gentleman, an incredibly cute little monk timidly peeked out half of his bald head.

"Namo Amitabha Buddha".

"Brother, I also miss Big Plan Brother. Let's go see him."

The master, who always doted on the young monk, nodded gently upon hearing this.

"Okay, let's go now."

"But before that, we need to visit an old friend."

After speaking, he sensed the surroundings briefly and then took a step forward, with faint sounds coming from the air.

"As you travel the world, the wind and moon are my companions..."

Along with the sound, an ancient Buddhist scripture was also left behind, which was clearly a gift from the unintentional young monk to Zhao Youliang.

On the other side, upon hearing that Zhao Youliang had disregarded the two coffins and forcibly summoned the small wooden knife, both sides immediately "quieted down" and looked up at the sky.

There was no other way; the two puppets were simply too afraid of being slashed by the wooden sword.

Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time, not only did the small wooden knife not appear, but even the handle did not materialize.

Zhao Youliang, the person involved, was even more embarrassed, scratching his head and muttering to himself, "Could it be a bad signal?!"