Just as Zhao Hongwei was lamenting his terrible luck, having escaped one danger only to fall into another, a loud bugle call suddenly came from the vicinity of the prison not far away.
Naturally, it was the reveille of the armed police squadron stationed there as dawn approached.
As the horn sounded, the three vengeful ghosts trembled, then screamed and disappeared along with the two ghostly faces.
Having miraculously survived once again, Zhao Hongwei quickly picked up the large jar and continued running towards the town.
He knew that as long as he reached the master Zhao Youliang, he would be truly safe.
As for why he was carrying the jar, Zhao Hongwei, as a key trainee of the corpse-driving lineage, could certainly tell that the jar contained the "true forms" of those two ghost faces.
As long as the jar is delivered to this "expert" Zhao Youliang, the evil thing is doomed!
With the skills of a "master," they can create eighteen different variations!
When Zhao Hongwei arrived at the paper-making shop in a disheveled state, he just happened to run into Zhao Youliang returning from the coffin shop.
"Oh, Zhao Hongwei!"
Zhao Youliang, who was already in a great mood, felt even better after seeing his old friend.
Just as he was about to invite the other person to sit down and have a drink of water, he suddenly noticed Li Hongwei's disheveled appearance.
"What's wrong with you? Did you secretly go into the tomb without telling me?"
"Please don't tell me that only you came back again, and no one else came out!!"
Zhao Hongwei was so embarrassed by the question that he could only nod slightly.
Seeing that his prediction had come true, Zhao Youliang quickly shut his "jinx."
But for a moment, I didn't know how to comfort this unfortunate corpse-driver...
After a long while, Zhao Youliang helped Zhao Hongwei sit down and asked weakly.
"You...you encountered the golden-armored corpse again? And you couldn't defeat it?"
"Is that the ashes of your fellow disciple in the jar?"
Speaking of jars, Zhao Youliang suddenly realized that this thing looked so familiar.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the very same one that ran around my house!
It was at this moment that Zhao Hongwei, who had finally come to his senses, recounted his entire experience.
Zhao Youliang was stunned: "The Dragon's Roaming Heaven Tomb? There are ancient tombs that can roam around on their own?"
"So you didn't encounter the golden-armored corpse."
"The 'White Tiger Breaks Evil and Seals the Gate' formation is indeed strange; all sorts of bizarre things are actively coming to it."
(For details on the White Tiger's Shattering and Sealing Formation, please refer to Chapter 0129 of this book: The Living Must Not Leave, the Dead Must Not Leave)
After a period of reflection, Zhao Hongwei, who had experienced too much, could no longer hold on and became dizzy and disoriented.
Zhao Youliang could only take him to a small hotel to rest and leave him a "talisman" that he had drawn himself.
"Call me when you've rested enough, and we'll discuss things together."
After settling Zhao Hongwei in, Zhao Youliang carried the jar back to his own establishment.
While the other deities were diligently cultivating at their own memorial tablets, Chang Jie was "slumped" on the table, puffing away on his cigarette.
Judging from the cigarette butts all over the ground, this guy smoked at least two packs this morning!
"Ahem, Egg Boy, you could smoke less, right?"
"It's not that I'm stingy with money, it's just that smoking too much is bad for your health."
While opening the window to ventilate the room, Zhao Youliang muttered to himself and casually placed the jar in front of Chang Jie.
Anyway, it's broad daylight now, so I'm not worried that the forum will run away on its own like last time.
Chang Jie ignored Zhao Youliang and stared intently at the large jar with his cross-eyed expression.
Then it floated up on its own, and with a "poof," it landed on the jar and continued smoking.
"My parents are dragons, but I'm just a maggot. They can't even get enough of smoking. Where's the justice in this?"
Zhao Youliang: "......"
Seeing Chang Jie's aggrieved, uneven, and cross-eyed expression, Zhao Youliang immediately gave in.
"Alright, kid, I'm scared of you. It's just cigarettes, I'll buy you ten more this afternoon!"
"Emma, thank goodness I met you now."
"If this were before, I really couldn't afford to support you smoking like that!"
While the two men and the egg were chatting, Huang Yu had already come down from the memorial tablet and appeared in front of Zhao Youliang.
"Huh? Quantum, you actually brought back Ghostface Marquis's 'Uneasy Bone'?"
"Now that's great, Da Huang can avenge his children anytime."
Although Zhao Youliang practiced very diligently, he had only been practicing for a short time, so he did not know many common knowledge.
"Young Master Huang, do you mean that with this big jar, we can kill the remaining two ghost faces?"
"Mm." Huang Yu nodded gently.
"You just need to hand the jar over to Fellow Daoist Dahuang, and I think he has his own way of handling it."
In the cultivation world, strength has always been the deciding factor.
Since the big yellow dog's brave performance last time, even Huang Yu has taken the initiative to call him a fellow Daoist.
It means like-minded people.
"Okay, I got it, bro!"
As Zhao Youliang spoke, he lifted Chang Jie off the jar, picked up the jar, and stuffed it directly into the doghouse.
He's just waiting for the big yellow dog to come back from his thuggish act so he can personally avenge his descendants.
Perhaps sensing something, a short while later, the big yellow dog rushed back from outside, its eyes bloodshot.
Upon seeing the jar in the doghouse, it looked up and barked wildly.
The big yellow dog's barking immediately drew a response from all the dogs in town.
In no time, dozens of them had gathered in the yard.
The dogs all stared at the jar with hatred in their eyes, barking incessantly.
The creature in the jar was clearly frightened, emitting mournful whimpers.
However, given the bright sunshine, even if they wanted to run away, they dared not show themselves.
The big yellow dog didn't care about the jar's feelings and smashed it to pieces with its helmet.
The ashes inside immediately scattered all over the ground.
Under the sunlight, the ashes ignited instantly, like sawdust falling onto a red-hot iron plate, emitting large amounts of foul-smelling black smoke.
If Zhao Youliang hadn't witnessed the burning of ashes with his own eyes, he would have thought someone was burning manure.
Within the black smoke, two terrifying, ghostly figures appeared, twisted in extreme agony.
They were the only two Ghost-Faced Marquises left.
Upon seeing the phantom in the air, the dogs barked even more fiercely.
If they could fly, they would have already swooped down and torn them apart.
The ghost-faced lord in the air didn't even glance at the dogs on the ground, nor did he look at Zhao Youliang, the instigator.
He just stared at the entire town with resentment.
"You ungrateful bastards, just you wait! My young master and young mistress will come back to take their revenge on you sooner or later!"
"At that time, you will repay us a thousandfold for the suffering we have endured!"
"You all must die!!"
"May they have no descendants, not even their chickens or dogs be spared!!!"
Perhaps the phrase "not even a chicken or a dog should be left alive" provoked the big yellow dog:
He suddenly opened his mouth wide and inhaled into the air, instantly sucking the two ghostly figures into his stomach.
Then he led the pack of dogs to urinate on the spilled ashes, and with a splashing sound, the already scarce ashes were instantly washed away.
The only "side effect" was that the yard was immediately filled with a strong stench of urine, which made Zhao Youliang gag repeatedly, with snot and tears streaming down his face...
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