Just as the big yellow dog was very dissatisfied, Zhao Youliang's voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Brother Dog, Brother Dog, let's cover the rear together and fight the ghost messengers for three hundred rounds!"

The big yellow dog, who already felt abandoned, immediately flew into a rage upon hearing this.

"Woof woof woof!" Amidst the roar, the big yellow dog... instead of beating up Zhao Youliang, the big yellow dog led its pack of dogs and turned to run away.

Zhao was left standing there, bewildered in the wind.

Of course, Zhao Youliang was not alone; he also had his loyal little brother Dan who stayed by his side through thick and thin.

"Don't be afraid, Quantum, I will protect you."

After saying that, Egg Boy floated in front of Zhao Youliang and faced the many ghost messengers directly.

"The Chang family will fight to the death and refuse to retreat. You can kill me if you want."

Zhao Youliang: "......"

To someone's surprise, even though the ghost messenger knew about Chang Jie's family affairs, he still raised his spiked club and swung it at him.

That wasn't just posturing; they genuinely wanted to smash Chang Jie to pieces.

"how so?!"

Puzzled, Zhao Youliang quickly pulled his little egg away and repeated the sentence with emphasis.

"My fellow ghost messengers, let me give you a proper introduction: This strange egg... This little egg is from the Chang family of the Northern Kingdom."

"His father was Master Chang, his eldest uncle was Blood Sea Wrathful Dragon, and both his mothers were dragons, even though he was a maggot..."

Upon hearing Zhao Youliang recount his "tragic" past, Chang Jie naturally chimed in.

"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. Where can I go to seek justice for this?"

As it turns out, there really was nowhere to reason with them:

The spiked club that the ghost messengers were throwing continued to fall, and even the soul-summoning banner began to shake.

Amidst the wailing and howling of ghosts, Zhao Youliang suddenly felt a splitting headache.

His whole body involuntarily flew towards the soul-summoning banner, like a weary bird returning to its nest.

"Something terrible has happened!"

Realizing he was about to be "taken away," Zhao Youliang quickly unleashed his "ultimate move."

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

"Brother Dao, save me!"

The young general's little wooden sword was always ready to grant any request, and upon hearing this, it immediately took to the air.

As usual, he first "rushed" towards Zhao Youliang's large kidneys.

Just as Zhao Youliang closed his eyes to "enjoy" it, the little wooden knife suddenly came to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

Then, like a puppy, it kept sniffing at Zhao Youliang, before finally dropping to the ground in disappointment.

Like a child who hasn't received a toy, he rolled around on the ground in a rage.

No matter how much Zhao Youliang begged and pleaded, he refused to get up.

Zhao Youliang: "......"

"Brother Dao, what's wrong? Can we talk about it when we get back?"

"With a formidable enemy at hand, quickly give me a slash first, then go and chop down those ghost messengers on the other side... Ghost messenger brothers."

At the crucial moment, it was the all-powerful translator Chang Jie who helped Zhao Youliang solve his problem.

“Quantum, Knife says your kidneys don’t taste right, he doesn’t want to eat them…”

"The taste is wrong?!" Zhao Youliang was completely dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"What's wrong? Have we been eating too much salt lately? Even the kidneys have absorbed the flavor?"

In fact, what Xiao Mudao said about the taste was wrong; he was referring to Zhao Youliang's current state—a free soul without a physical body.

The young general made a small wooden knife based on the principles of the "Seven Injury Fist," so it couldn't hurt him, and therefore he had no motivation to harm the enemy.

After figuring out the above questions, Zhao Youliang was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

While slowly backing away with his little egg brother, he begged for the dagger given to him by the Ghost Buddha.

"Master, save me! Master, please help me!"

However, Zhao Youliang's "method of opening" was clearly wrong, so the "slaughtering blade" did not react at all.

Seeing that even his powerful backer didn't have time to "pay attention" to him, Zhao Youliang thought of the wise saying: A person can only live by relying on himself!

So he hardened his heart and frantically urged his demonic power.

He then raised his right hand high, simultaneously activating the Reverse Scale and the Selfless Sword.

"What use is the world without me?! Execute me!!!"

In a flash of black light, the Sword of No Self actually took shape—a skeleton general clad in heavy armor.

Just like the celestial being descending from the heavens in Stephen Chow's movies, it slashed heavily at the ghost messengers.

The ghost messenger seemed to have anticipated Zhao Youliang's move, but he didn't expect that Zhao Youliang was now at the Arhat realm, and the power of his magic sword had greatly increased.

Therefore, in his hasty response, he ended up in a rather disheveled state: not only was he forced to retreat repeatedly by the "Skull General," but he even "lost his color."

It's like a cheap porcelain piece with a screen protector applied, which is then scraped by a naughty child with a knife.

"How could this happen?!"

"Could it be that ghost messengers, like me, can change color?!"

Just as Zhao Youliang was wondering to himself, the ghost messenger suddenly shook his body, and the discolored area instantly returned to its original state.

In this way, not only Zhao Youliang noticed the anomaly, but even Chang Jie was definitely wrong.

"Quantum, these police officers are strange, they seem to be acting improperly."

"Let's run quickly, run towards the City God Temple."

"Once they get to Great-Grandma's territory, these shady characters are doomed!"

"Hmm!" Zhao Youliang nodded deeply upon hearing this, picked up the bicycle that had fallen to the ground, got on it, and pedaled hard toward the City God Temple.

While Zhao Youliang was working hard, Chang Jie was not idle either. He kept talking to himself and used his "special ability" to speed things up for Zhao Youliang.

So this old bicycle, which rattled everywhere except for its bell, shot off as if it had been given a rocket booster.

Even the rear wheel was lost; it was practically flying close to the ground...

The ghost messengers, of course, were unwilling to let Zhao Youliang go and naturally followed closely behind.

Although I can't catch up with him for now, I haven't fallen too far behind either.

What Zhao Youliang couldn't understand was that even though he had reached the vicinity of the City God Temple, the ghost messengers behind him were still chasing closely, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Could it be that my senses are wrong? These ghost messengers aren't imposters?!"

"But...but why do they look so sinister, and why are they fading color..."

Just as Zhao Youliang was wondering to himself, a chilling aura suddenly rolled in from the darkness ahead.

Two large ghosts appeared proudly from the yin energy; they were the "Civil and Military Judges" who had accompanied the young general to Zhao Youliang's house before.

"Hey, you audacious pumpkin spirit, how dare you trespass into the territory of the City God Temple! Have you no patience for life?!"

As he spoke, the judge's pen drew a large character for "death" in the air, which flew towards Zhao Youliang.

Zhao Youliang was taken aback at first, then shouted while dodging, "Don't you two recognize me? I'm Quantum!"

"Wasn't it you guys who were involved in that affair between my dad and my sister?!"

"Oh right, I'm not a pumpkin spirit, I'm a quantum, I just change color!!"