"Dad, you know someone who's incredibly knowledgeable?!"
Upon hearing Hu Dalu's words, Hu Xiaochuan was overjoyed: "Where is the expert? Let's go ask him for help right now!"
Looking at his impatient, good-for-nothing son, Hu Dalu sighed inwardly.
However, in order not to hurt Hu Xiaochuan's pride, Hu Dalu forced a smile.
"You don't need to go, Dad will go by himself. You just wait at the factory."
"Oh, by the way, even though that bitch surnamed He ran off with her lover, don't let your guard down."
"Pack your things and hurry home. Just wait for me there!"
Watching Hu Dalu's departing figure, Hu Xiaochuan grinned maliciously.
"If it weren't for you old codger still making money for me, I would have already... Last time that assassin was unreliable, this time I need to find a reliable one."
"As long as I kill this old bastard, all his property will be mine!"
Meanwhile, completely unaware of the situation, Hu Dalu was driving alone into the deep mountains—yes, the deep mountains.
Even though it was the middle of the night, he still went without hesitation.
Complaining while driving, or rather, confiding in someone.
"Damn it, if I weren't already a dead man, I wouldn't have to rely entirely on this good-for-nothing son!"
"I hope... I hope his illness can be cured, so that our Hu family line will not end, and I can face my dead father with my face after I die."
"What the hell is this?! A bunch of lamas, every time they make a move, they have to wait until they're weighed down by gold!"
"This is gold! I hope this isn't a huge rip-off... otherwise, all the money combined will only be enough to save my good-for-nothing son..."
As he said this, Hu Dalu's eyes were filled with longing, clearly indicating that he hadn't lived enough yet.
But then again, how many people in this world are truly tired of living?
Especially wealthy people like Hu Dalu...
After a brief silence, Hu Dalu launched into another tirade of profanities.
"I'm speechless! How did I become Ultraman?!"
"These days, even the filth is so uniquely harmful?!"
"Screw him!!"
......
On the other side, inside the paper-making shop.
After Zhao Youliang and his group returned, they gathered together to discuss the matter.
It's not that I necessarily want to help Hu Dalu and make money off him, but I want to understand what's really going on.
After all, who has the soul of Ultraman? That's just too ridiculous.
There's also the matter of Cao Daxian. What is her current state? And who reported Zhao Youliang for murder?
If it really was Cao Daxian's conspiracy, then the price she paid was far too high!
With so many problems before them, the group discussed them until late into the night but still couldn't come up with a solution.
Even the grasshopper spirit, who was experienced and knowledgeable, was the same.
“Quantum, what you’re saying is too bizarre. I’ve lived for over a hundred years and I’ve never heard of it, let alone seen it.”
"It turned into... Oh right, that thing is called Ultraman, right? Or it's an alien species, a monster from Dongyang."
"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong that the Hu family father and son turned into Japanese monsters?"
"Is it a case of my eyes playing tricks on me or the spell malfunctioning?!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang slowly shook his head: "Old Immortal, I'm sure I'm not mistaken."
"It wasn't just me, Xiao Liao and Li Mao saw it too, that rascal dog... Dog Brother saw it too!"
Mentioning the big yellow dog, Zhao Youliang immediately bowed and scraped to him with a fawning expression.
Seeing Zhao Youliang's respectful attitude, the big yellow dog barked twice in agreement, indicating that it was indeed so.
Hearing that even the big yellow dog had seen the grasshopper spirit, he no longer doubted it, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his greenish-yellow face.
"So it really is a demon from Dongyang possessing him?"
"But... but how did they drive away the Taishan ghost soldiers?"
"Logically speaking, those Japanese people learned their skills from us by stealing them, and they only learned a little bit. They shouldn't be stronger than the Taishan ghost soldiers."
Seeing that the grasshopper spirit really mistook Ultraman for a monster from the island nation, Zhao Youliang was speechless for a long time.
Suddenly, Liao Zhiyuan spoke up: "Brother Quantum, do you think it's possible that a master disrupted your magic, creating this illusion for us?"
"I would never believe that Ultraman could become a spirit and harm people!"
"That's less believable than saying that Chief Black Cat came out to catch the mouse demon..."
“That’s right, Xiao Liao, you’re absolutely right!” Liao Zhiyuan’s words made Zhao Youliang realize the truth.
"But what was the master's purpose in doing this?"
"It can't be just because you're bored, right?"
"Moreover, the master who casts the spell must possess strength and cultivation surpassing that of the Mount Tai Ghost Soldiers..."
At this point, Zhao Youliang turned his gaze to Liao Zhiyuan.
"Xiao Liao, you've had contact with Senior Taishan Ghost and the others. What level have these two Ghost Soldier Seniors reached?"
Upon hearing this, Liao Zhiyuan answered without hesitation: "According to my master, Senior Taishan Ghost is already a fully accomplished Earth Immortal, equivalent to the Black Mother of our Northern Lands."
"Those two ghost soldiers are at least ghost immortals!"
To make it easier for new readers, I'll explain the existence of Black Mom.
Black Mother, also known as Black Old Lady, is one of the earth deities in the beliefs of the Northern Lands, and also the chief protector of the Northern Taoist sects.
In folklore, Black Mother was originally a black fox.
Legend has it that she once helped a Taoist priest named Guo Shouzhen, later attained immortality through Taoist practice, and continued to follow Guo Shouzhen to repay his kindness.
During Guo Shouzhen's missionary work at Tiesha Mountain, Black Mother often helped him solve his problems.
Later, Guo Shouzhen set up a shrine for Black Mother at the Tiangong Temple on Tiesha Mountain and worshipped her for a long time. Therefore, Black Mother was also respectfully called Black Immortal.
The Black Mother's birthday is celebrated on the 24th day of the sixth lunar month every year. Believers go to places like the Phoenix Mountain Temple to celebrate and worship.
I dare not make a random judgment on the specific status of the Black Mother, but in my heart, she is a compassionate old woman who has always protected the peace of the northern land.
May your blessings be boundless and your merits immeasurable!
......
Zhao Youliang wasn't too surprised to hear that the two Taishan ghost soldiers were actually ghost immortals.
After all, when he served as a page to the King of Biancheng, he was a ghost immortal, only now he's fallen on hard times...
Speaking of ghost immortals, Zhao Youliang immediately thought of another boy, Xiaoming, whom Qi Zhigang had mentioned.
He was also a ghost immortal, but he was inexplicably grabbed by an iron chain, without even a chance to resist.
That was a dignified ghost immortal!
When did ghosts and immortals become weaklings...? Has something changed again? Did I accidentally stumble into a high-level game?!
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but feel terrified: even if all the strength of his sect were combined, it wouldn't be enough to defeat a single ghost immortal, would it?
Although there's the variable of the big yellow dog...
As for the strength of the big yellow dog, it remains a mystery to this day.
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