Hao Bai swallowed and took a few steps closer with the oil lamp.
The dim candlelight shone on the Black Feather Battalion's fine armor, reflecting a luster like insect shells, as if it was covered with a layer of oil... or blood.
Hao Bai suddenly stopped, and the pancakes and eggs in his arms fell to the ground with a crackling sound, as if it was his broken courage and heart.
The man finally turned around, and it was none other than Lu Songping. But his face was incredibly stiff, as if someone was speaking to him through a cheap human skin mask.
"Where did you put your things?"
Hao Bai blinked, and his legs, which were a little weak due to not having dinner, moved back quietly.
"What?"
That 'Lu Songping' didn't say anything, but drew his sword with a "swish".
Hao Bai immediately slapped his thigh as if he suddenly realized something, and his voice trembled and became louder.
"Ah! I remember now, I remember now. It's right over there."
He pointed randomly at the old bookshelf, but the other party did not move. He stretched out the tip of the sword forward like a silver snake spitting out its tongue.
"Come and get it."
Hao Bai froze, staring at the shining tip of the sword, and carefully moved towards the bookshelf.
The third and fourth layers of the old bookshelves were covered with dust. Only the bottom layer was cleared out to place some things on it. Now it was covered with a black soap cloth, and you couldn't see what was underneath the cloth.
"Hurry up."
Lu Songping began to urge him on. He swallowed, one hand reaching for the half-covered soap cloth, the other hand tucked into his sleeve. Then he took a deep breath, yanked the cloth aside, and at the same time, spilled everything from his sleeve.
A thin puff of smoke wrapped in black cloth fell on Lu Songping's head. Hao Bai was delighted, but before he could celebrate, a silver light came down from above and split the black cloth into two.
He only had time to take half a step back before he felt a chill on his left shoulder and half of his sleeve was separated from his clothes.
The doctor in white was so frightened that his legs went weak and he crawled on the ground, stammering.
"Murder, murder..."
He had just hummed a few words when he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground behind him. He turned around tremblingly and saw the young monk standing at the door, panting.
A huge wooden fish rolled on the ground and finally stopped, and "Lu Songping" fell face down on the ground. I don't know whether it was the effect of the smoke or the credit of the wooden fish.
"I-Issun?"
Hao Bai was still in shock and it took him a long time to get up from the ground. His clothes were disheveled and he looked very embarrassed.
The handsome monk glanced at him, and it was obvious that he was worried about something else.
"Is the stuff still there?"
Hao Bai nodded, walked quickly to the fire where medicine was being boiled, took out the square object, and quickly put it in his arms.
Yikong waved his sleeves, trying to disperse the thin smoke in the air, but he still coughed twice when he opened his mouth.
"Master Hao has made great progress in the past few days. Has he developed some secret medicine for victory?"
Hao Bai paused, then spoke calmly.
"This recipe is handed down from generation to generation and it works very well."
nonsense.
That was a drug he specially prepared for stealing chickens. Two cents of it was usually enough for one chicken, but in order to steal more, he brought eight ounces of it and just used it all up. It was no problem for him to drug ten people.
After he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the huge wooden fish on the ground.
"The abbot just used a temple-protecting magic weapon specifically designed to suppress this evil demon?"
Yikong also paused, then spoke calmly.
"The treasure of the temple has been passed down, and some blessings have been bestowed upon it."
certainly.
The wooden fish was stuffed with the incense money he had saved for half a year. It would be at least 20 to 30 taels a month, which means more than 100 taels in half a year. If an ordinary person was hit by such a weight, he would probably be killed or injured.
The old grudge seemed to be wiped away. The white-robed doctor and the young monk were silent for a moment, then simultaneously stepped forward, carefully glancing at the unconscious Lu Songping, and suddenly a tacit understanding emerged.
"What should we do next?"
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