After finishing up at the barbecue restaurant, Zhao Youliang returned to the paper-making shop with Liao Zhiyuan and told him everything about Yu Hongtu.

Liao Zhiyuan listened with deep emotion, repeatedly praising Yu Hongtu's kindness and patience.

Then he immediately took out his phone, wanting to call "the higher-ups" and tell them to quickly withdraw the archaeological team and stop bothering Yu Hongtu.

With so many ancient tombs across the country, wouldn't it be better to dig up one where the soul of the deceased has already been reincarnated?

Zhao Youliang was curious to see Liao Zhiyuan making a phone call to "the higher-ups" so late at night.

"Xiao Liao, isn't this a bad time?"

"Even though the higher-ups are a bit unreliable, they still need to rest, don't they?"

"Rest?" Liao Zhiyuan sneered. "They demand we be available 24/7 whenever they need something. What's wrong with us reporting back to them?"

He immediately dialed the phone after speaking.

Surprisingly, the higher-ups were quite accommodating this time, or perhaps there was another reason behind it.

Upon hearing this, he immediately agreed to Liao Zhiyuan's request, saying that all the officials would be withdrawn the next day.

As for tomb raiders from the general public, Liao Zhiyuan could ask the local police to help disperse them.

After hanging up the phone, Liao Zhiyuan, who knew all too well what kind of person the person above was, couldn't help but wonder:

So easy to talk to? They didn't give us any trouble at all? Have they taken the wrong medicine?

Whether he took the wrong medicine or not, the "higher-ups" didn't know, but they knew they had really messed up this time, and messed up badly at that.

Getting a beating is definitely unavoidable...

......

Inside the paper shop:

Still impressed by Yu Hongtu's character, Zhao Youliang decided to do something more for him.

After much deliberation, I decided to take Liao Zhiyuan and the others to the vicinity of the ancient tomb tomorrow.

Firstly, to assist the police in dispersing tomb raiders from the civilian population, especially those with some real skills;

Secondly, to help Yu Hongtu pass on his soul.

Although we cannot truly reincarnate the unjustly killed Lord Yu, we can at least alleviate his suffering.

After making the decision, Zhao Youliang took the opportunity of offering incense to the coffin to put down the small wooden knife and put the gold lighter into his pocket—he would use it to burn talismans and paper money for the funeral rites the next day.

With the blessing of treasures personally crafted by the young general, the incense and talismans can even reach the netherworld.

Even after Zhao Youliang fell asleep, he still dreamed of the faceless ghost Buddha wearing a strange mask.

When Wumian was explaining the Great Demon Sutra to Zhao Youliang, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Zhao Youliang's heart.

What would you look like if you wore this mask?

Thinking of this, Zhao Youliang suddenly felt a splitting headache: he vaguely felt that he had seen the Master wearing a mask, and then many people, many evil spirits, died...

What Zhao Youliang didn't know was that the gentleman was indeed wearing half a broken bronze mask and sitting on a huge human bone throne pulled by eight black dragons.

Beneath your feet lies an endless expanse of sea—the waters near Huangyan Island in my country.

Behind the gentleman stood an adorable little monk and the stern-faced Emperor Mo;

Opposite the gentleman, two alien gods stood suspended in mid-air.

One of them, shrouded in a black cloak and wielding a massive scythe surrounded by black mist, was none other than Sidapah, the god of death in the indigenous beliefs of the Philippines.

The other is Apollo, the god of war they worship.

This war god held a giant javelin, his muscles bulged, and his face was full of arrogance.

Apollo's voice was as arrogant as his expression.

"You living gods from the Middle Kingdom, you have overstepped your bounds!"

"If you don't want my spear to be stained with blood, then retreat back to your territory!"

Faced with such a foreign deity, there was no need for the gentleman to speak at all.

The voice of the Ink Emperor behind him was like thunder, shaking the sea to its very core.

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the earth, all people are subjects of the king."

"My lord has ascended to the throne; you all should quickly kneel and greet him!"

"Kneel down?!" Upon hearing Mo Huang's words, the God of War Apollagi laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"With your...?"

This guy, who called himself the God of War, couldn't even finish his sentence before he stopped laughing.

Because the incredibly cute little monk behind the gentleman disappeared without a trace.

When it reappeared, it was behind Apolloki, and it had transformed into the Faceless Buddha.

At this moment, Apolloki's head had already been cut off by Faceless and was being held in his hand.

Golden blood dripped down, each drop staining the surrounding sea red.

A chilling wind howled, a tearful Buddha hung high, and a faceless figure grinned maliciously.

"Hehehehe, anyone who dares to offend my brother's divine might deserves to die!"

After speaking, the faceless ghost Buddha turned around, its flickering will-o'-the-wisps coldly staring at Death God Sidapah.

Upon seeing this, Sidapah immediately trembled and subconsciously took a few steps back.

"You...you are actually the wicked Demon Lord, the 'walking calamity'..."

In his terror, Siddhartha was about to raise his scythe to attack the Faceless Buddha when he heard the Master's voice.

The voice, coming through the broken bronze mask, was no longer as gentle and kind as before, but had become icy cold.

Even colder than the voice of the Ghost Buddha: "Annihilation!"

A sudden burst of black light was the last thing Sidapah, the god of death, saw.

After the black light disappeared, Sidapah also disappeared.

At the same time, the statues his followers erected for him throughout the country also disappeared.

Only his weapon, the Grim Reaper's scythe, was deliberately left behind by the master.

Such a scene made the other alien gods hidden in the shadows tremble with fear.

A moment later, they all cried out in alarm and scattered like startled birds and beasts.

The faceless ghost Buddha didn't chase after them, but just cackled strangely at the fleeing gods.

"If my brother doesn't die, you will all be slaves!"

"Hehehehe!"

......

On the other side, in the small town.

As usual, Zhao Youliang opened the door of the paper-making shop in the morning to greet the first rays of sunlight each day.

Then they jogged back and forth in front of the shop, chanting bizarre slogans together with Liao Zhiyuan.

"If you have a fart and you hold it in, it'll damage your heart. If you don't, you might as well force it out—it's good exercise!"

Passersby burst into laughter upon hearing this and greeted him with smiles.

"Hey, you two brothers are practicing?"

"Keep practicing, keep practicing, it's great to be young!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang and Liao Zhiyuan smiled and nodded in response, "Of course!"

After exercising and eating the "gift" from the big yellow dog, the two boys carried Chang Jie into Li Mao's car.

At the same time, the grasshopper spirit also "squeezed" up.

After realizing that following Zhao Youliang would truly bring benefits, this old immortal decided to stay by his side without fail.

Especially when Zhao Youliang was with Chang Jie...

The big yellow dog seemed to realize this as well, and before the car door closed, it darted up into the car.

Then, a lackey kicked Zhao Youliang out of the passenger seat, signaling him to get into the back seat.

Helpless, Zhao Youliang could only get up from the ground, brush the dust off his body, and crawl into the back seat of the car.