Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the madman simply closed his eyes tightly: "It's over! I'm doomed!"

At this critical moment, Zhao Youliang suddenly broke free from the ghost messenger's princess carry, darted over with a whoosh, and grabbed the wooden knife tightly.

"Brother Dao, Brother Dao, don't misunderstand, we're on the same side!"

The wooden knife seemed to understand Zhao Youliang's words, but it still managed to break free from Zhao Youliang's hand with a slight movement, flew to the mad ghost, and slapped him hard across the face.

Only then did it fly back, satisfied, and land in Zhao Youliang's hands.

At the same time, everyone heard that arrogant, unreliable voice again: "A knife drawn will surely injure people, and injuring people will also injure their souls, oh yeah!"

Everyone: "......"

After hearing the voice several times, Zhao Youliang suddenly remembered: Isn't this the uncle who gave me the lighter?

So... so this wooden sword was his too!

No wonder he said he lost something and went out to look for it, but then said he wouldn't look for it anymore and would just consider it a gift to me.

This uncle seems to be a master!

Just as he was admiring the master, a sharp pain came from his waist. Only then did Zhao Youliang remember that the knife had cut himself first before it went to chop the madman.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

"We've only ever heard of the Seven Injury Fist before, when did we get the Seven Injury Blade too?!"

"Does this mean I'll have to prick my kidneys before using this thing from now on?"

"Isn't this too much of a strain on the kidneys?"

"It's one thing to be hurt by the kidneys, but the real problem is that it ruins your clothes... It cuts right through inside and out. How much would it cost to replace a set!"

Alas, this is the tragedy of children from poor families—they don't care about their own health, but they care about money.

Aside from spending money, Zhao Youliang will do anything...