Taking advantage of this time, all the deities hurriedly used various methods to strengthen the defenses of the Little House.
The most "eye-catching" one was Huang Yu: This Huang family immortal kept taking out various talismans, chanting standard Taoist incantations, and pasting them on the doors and windows.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but feel curious.
"Brother Huang, if you're a shaman, how come you can chant incantations?"
"Isn't it said that Taoist priests and shamans are two different 'professions'?"
Upon hearing this, Huang Yu's face turned solemn: "Quantum, the fact that our five great immortal families can learn the Dao is entirely due to your kindness, Master."
"Therefore, in the end we will all 'order in the name of the master,' and you will know about these things later."
"Oh, I see..." Zhao Youliang nodded as he took out the talismans he had drawn from his pocket and handed them to Chang Jie, indicating that he should also stick them on.
Unfortunately, the strange egg completely ignored Zhao Youliang and just kept smoking its cheap cigarettes.
After finishing one cigarette, he provocatively threw the cigarette butt towards the "hundred ghosts" outside.
A miraculous scene unfolded:
Even though the evil spirit screamed in agony from being burned by the cigarette butt, it didn't dare to rush over and beat Chang Jie up, or even look him in the eye.
Seeing this, Chang Jie seemed even more bored and started reciting the same three dishes.
“My parents are dragons, but I am a maggot. How can you explain this to me?”
Just as Zhao Youliang's side and the hundred ghosts were locked in a stalemate, a huge, dazzling light source suddenly rose in the pitch-black night, like a giant searchlight.
Zhao Youliang and the others immediately realized that it was the three evil spirits that had produced the strange phenomena.
Then the officer who had previously snapped the fat lama's neck came in with his ghost soldiers in neat formation.
Behind them followed closely the three vengeful ghosts I had just mentioned, and the evil spirit dragging a sack.
Most surprisingly, the carpenter couple, Old Wu and his wife, who had transformed into vengeful ghosts using the "Gathering Evil Formation," were also among them, and they even appeared to be the leaders of the group of ghosts.
Before Zhao Youliang could speak, the ghosts outside the house made way, and Old Wu and his wife floated to the front.
At this moment, Old Wu's face was contorted with rage; there was no trace of the kind and taciturn nature he possessed when he was alive.
She was dressed in a bright red funeral shroud and wore three-inch embroidered shoes.
He uttered the same words as the wooden figure from before: "We're all suffering people, why do you have to meddle in other people's business!"
(For details, please refer to Chapter 0178 of this book: Marionette)
This question startled Zhao Youliang, who instinctively replied, "Uncle Wu, what do you mean? Can you explain it more clearly?"
Old Wu, the carpenter, had become a vengeful ghost, and he had no patience to explain much.
The only reason I was able to say that was because of the intimidation posed by the "small wooden knife".
Therefore, upon hearing this, he suddenly took a step forward, and his expression became even more ferocious.
"If you don't want to die, release my great-grandfather and great-grandmother right now, or today will be your death day!"
"Great-grandfather and great-grandmother? Uncle Wu, are you talking about the two ancestral figures... the dolls that are enshrined in my shop?"
"I didn't stop them from going out..."
Before Zhao Youliang could finish speaking, the hundred ghosts, who had long lost their patience, suddenly roared and charged forward, along with strange evil spirits and ghost soldiers.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang and the others naturally would not sit idly by and wait for their doom; the immortals all used their methods to resist.
Then, as mentioned before, Zhao Youliang's side was no match for them at all.
Aside from the Big Yellow Dog, Yellow Feather, and Mad Ghost Prisoner, who can hold their own, the other immortals are lucky if they can handle a few hundred-year-old ghosts.
As for Chang Jie and Xiao Jiaozi, they didn't lift a finger. One of them slumped listlessly on Zhao Youliang's head, while the other stood guard beside him with a tense expression.
"Damn it, at this rate we'll be wiped out!"
Just as Zhao Youliang was extremely anxious and wanted to join the battle, the small wooden knife in his hand suddenly moved on its own.
The young general's smug voice came from inside: "Little knife, little knife, floating in the sky, to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist!"
"Seven Wounds Blade, here I come!"
Upon hearing this sound, Zhao Youliang exclaimed, "Oh no!"
In an effort to save money on clothes, I was about to take off the "ribs" that were showing on both sides, but it was clearly too late.
With a soft splatter, the small wooden knife sliced through Zhao Youliang's "waist eye," then, still dripping with blood, slashed at the nearest evil spirit.
The evil spirit had no power to resist and was cut down by the small wooden knife, vanishing into thin air before it could even scream.
After achieving the first kill, the little wooden knife flew back to Zhao Youliang in his almost desperate gaze, and the young general's smug voice rang out again.
"A small knife floats in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist!"
"Seven Wounds Blade, here I come!"
Then, with another "poof" sound, Zhao Youliang felt a sharp pain in his otherwise unaffected side of his lower back.
The small wooden knife, still dripping with fresh blood, slashed out, and another century-old ghost vanished into thin air.
Oh my god!
Two consecutive kidney injuries left Zhao Youliang pale and swaying precariously.
If it weren't for Xiaojiaozi supporting him, he probably wouldn't be able to stand up.
Upon seeing this, the evil immortals immediately cheered: "Go Quantum! Kill these filthy things and bring glory to our sect!"
In stark contrast to Xie Tangxian's excitement, Zhao Youliang was utterly devastated and on the verge of tears.
Looking at the densely packed, no less than two hundred evil spirits in front of me... even if I chopped my two kidneys into pieces, I still wouldn't be able to cut them all down!
Zhao Youliang was genuinely worried that he would die before he could finish slaying the evil spirits!
"Oh my god!" Seeing the small wooden knife flying towards his kidney again, Zhao Youliang hurriedly staggered and dodged.
At the same time, he cried out in alarm: "Brother Huang, help me! Brother Prisoner, help me!"
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