After Liao Zhiyuan's in-depth analysis, the glorious image of ninjas in Li Mao's mind was instantly shattered.
They went from being tall and elegant to short, ugly, and poor.
"Oh my god, we've been fooled all these years!"
"Cultural invasion!"
Liao Zhiyuan nodded deeply: "Yes, that's exactly it!"
"To be honest, the people with real skills in daily life are the Onmyoji and those high-ranking monks."
"Like I said, ninjas are just like poultry... no, they're not even as valuable as hens now, eggs are way too damn expensive!"
......
Nothing happened that day. After midnight, the armored man led the wolf spirit into the town and cautiously approached the paper-making shop.
To be on the safe side, this fellow habitually used the fox-like stealth technique mentioned earlier, squatting on a tree branch to observe the paper-making shop.
But by sheer coincidence, a strange white crow was perched on a branch above him, and it kept pooping.
It must be from eating something that upset their stomach, which is why they have so much loose stool.
The excrement naturally landed entirely on the armored man's large head.
At first, the armored man was trying his best to endure it, but after a while, he really couldn't take it anymore.
It's practically dripping down my head and into my mouth!
Fearing discovery by Zhao Youliang's gang, and not daring to drive away the white crows, the armored man had no choice but to move to another location.
But they didn't notice the mockery in the white crow's eyes.
The armored man used the Quail Concealment technique this time, which meant he hid behind a large rock in the courtyard.
Just as they had hidden themselves, Li Mao came out carrying a bowl of yellowish-brown foot-washing water.
Before the armored man could react, a sudden downpour drenched him, and it stank horribly!
After splashing the foot-washing water, Li Mao wasn't in a hurry to go back inside. Instead, he looked up at the sky and exclaimed, "Damn, the moon is so round tonight!"
As he spoke, this fellow actually put down the foot basin and began to undo his belt.
"Is he going to pee?!"
"You're urinating in front of me?!"
The armored man was terrified by this sight and, no longer caring about hiding, leaped out from behind the large rock with a roar.
"Baka yarou!"
Amidst howling and screaming, he drew his katana and prepared to cleanse Li Mao.
Li Mao wasn't alarmed; instead, he looked at the armored man as if he were a fool.
The armored man sensed something was wrong, but before he could fully react, Liao Zhiyuan had already shamelessly stretched out his leg.
The armored man, who was charging forward at high speed, was immediately tripped and fell to his knees in front of Li Mao with a thud.
Li Mao laughed heartily, took out two cents and threw them on the ground.
"Oh my god, what are you doing here on a holiday?"
"Get up quickly and go buy some candy."
The armored man, humiliated, became even angrier and was about to rush forward to fight when he was held back by the wolf spirit.
The wolf spirit, also covered in excrement and soaked in foot bath water, spoke in a timid voice.
"Sir, please don't be impulsive! I think we've fallen into an ambush!"
"Let's run!"
No sooner had the wolf spirit finished speaking than the grasshopper spirit's icy voice came from behind them, before the armored man could even open his mouth.
Because of the "Bone Book" he cultivated, the grasshopper spirit was now even thinner and looked even more like a grasshopper.
Moreover, he was surrounded by evil energy, giving him the appearance of a wicked patriarch.
In fact, the grasshopper spirit now possesses the strength of an evil sect patriarch: with the Mountain-Driving Whip reshaping his physical body and the cultivation of the "Bone Book," it would be strange if he didn't have this strength!
The grasshopper spirit's voice was even colder than a sneer: "You scoundrel, you're a complete beast!"
"Even if you son of a bitch manage to escape today, you absolutely won't get away!"
"Old immortal, I'm going to skin you alive, tear out your tendons, and extract your soul to refine your spirit!"
"Avenge our brothers who died in the gang!!"
As one of the evil immortals, the wolf spirit had always been associated with the grasshopper spirit, so he naturally knew how ruthless the other was.
Startled, he immediately cried for help, pleading with the armored man, "Please, sir, save me!"
Just as the armored man was about to step forward, Zhao Youliang stopped him.
At this moment, Zhao Youliang also changed: his face and hands were covered with demonic patterns, and he was surrounded by demonic energy.
It is clear that he has fully acquired the strength of a Demon Arhat, unlike before when he only had the realm but lacked the magical power.
"You think you can have a better life? You're outmatched by your master!"
As he spoke, he handed Chang Jie, who was perched on his head, to Liao Zhiyuan.
Chang Jie, worried about Zhao Youliang, weakly reminded him, "Quantum, be careful."
"If you can't beat them, use the scales my father and stepmother gave you to unleash your ultimate attack."
"Using the Faceless Demon Lord's dagger to unleash a powerful attack."
Chang Jie's instructions meant he wasn't leaving the armored men any way out!
After Zhao Youliang, Mad Prisoner, Huang Jie, and Little Dumpling all appeared, each holding a treasure and surrounding the enemy.
A murderous aura permeated the air.
This scene once again inspired Li Mao to write poetry, and he looked up at the sky and murmured to himself.
"What a dark and stormy night for murder."
"Gentlemen, it's getting late and there are quite a few people around. We need to hurry up and send these two bastards on their way."
After saying that, he scurried away, keeping a safe distance from the armored man.
He pulled the cannon out of his crotch and crawled inside.
"Little Liao, Little Liao, come help me light a fire."
Just as the armored man was worried about being bombarded by cannons, Zhao Youliang made his move.
Demons are inherently skilled in hand-to-hand combat, such as the faceless ghost Buddha.
Therefore, Zhao Youliang did not chant any incantations, but instead used his dagger to slash the armored man's neck.
"die!"
Seeing that Zhao Youliang was moving so fast that he was leaving afterimages, how could the armored man dare to underestimate him?
He immediately raised his katana to parry.
With a clang, the samurai sword was instantly severed by the dagger.
"What?!"
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