When the sorcerer awoke again, it was already broad daylight.
Upon discovering he was still alive, he was initially overjoyed, but then turned horrified.
Because the "spirit infant" bestowed by headquarters has disappeared...
They searched the vicinity for a long time, scrambling and crawling, but still found nothing!
"It's over!"
Thinking of the terrifying methods those "ancestral" people used to punish, the sorcerer was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
If they find out that they've lost the "spirit infant," being turned into a "living corpse" would be the best outcome!
After a moment of dejection, the sorcerer suddenly felt a sharp pain in his neck.
It felt burning hot, like being branded with a red-hot iron.
As he screamed, he staggered to the nearby stream, where his reflection in the water terrified him once again.
The bat and gecko tattoos that were originally on his neck had disappeared, replaced by a pair of black handprints, handprints tightly gripping his neck!
"Ancestors above, what the hell is this?!"
In his panic, the sorcerer, like an ordinary person, scooped up river water and repeatedly washed and vigorously rubbed the wound.
They even rubbed off a layer of skin from his neck, but the black handprints were still there.
It was as if it had grown out of his flesh!
Seeing that there was no way to resolve the situation, the sorcerer could only force himself to calm down and carefully consider the reason for the formation of the black handprint.
A moment later, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise: It's that eerie paper-making shop!
The handprint appeared right where my neck had exploded yesterday!
With their lives at stake, the sorcerer quickly dug three vertical pits and buried the three corpses upright in them.
Only its head was sticking out.
They then took out half of the remaining corpse oil and sprinkled it around the corpse.
They then packed their things and quickly headed towards the town.
......
"What terrifying thing is in this paper-making shop that can actually follow the aura of the Bat God to seek my life..."
Just as the sorcerer was pondering this, dawn broke.
As the first rays of sunlight descended, the big yellow dog dragged Zhao Youliang, who was still lying in bed, off the bed.
He fell heavily to the ground with a thud, not even giving him time to put on his underwear.
Zhao Youliang wanted to curse loudly, but when he saw the malicious dog face in front of him, he immediately backed down.
"Look at the mess you've made, you overslept."
"Thank you for your help, Brother Dog."
"Go eat your shit while I'm busy, I'll get ready and open for business right away!"
Seeing Zhao Youliang's "respectful" attitude, the big yellow dog wagged its shriveled rear end contentedly and left.
He crawled out through the dog hole and went out into the street to harass female dogs... The female dogs went off to join him.
After arranging the paper figures according to the rules and confirming that everything was in order, Zhao Youliang lazily opened the shop door.
As usual, I started by jogging around the doorway while twisting my waist.
He dared not run far for fear of breaking the rules and having a living person accidentally wander in.
"If you have a fart and you hold it in, it'll damage your heart! If you don't have a fart, you'll just have to force it out; it's good exercise!"
Zhao Youliang's loud training slogans echoed throughout the entire town.
Although the neighbors had been hearing this bizarre slogan for half a month, they still couldn't help but laugh.
Not to mention the sorcerer who was hearing about it for the first time.
He couldn't even hold back and spat out all the food in his mouth.
"He...he's the owner of the paper-making shop?!"
"How could it be a living person...? At least it shouldn't be this 'lively'..."
In the minds of sorcerers, those who can reside in the "White Tiger Containing Evil" position for a long time are either "fierce ghosts and evil spirits" or highly accomplished Buddhist or Taoist masters.
In short, it shouldn't be a fool like Zhao Youliang... just an ordinary young man!
Little did the sorcerer know that this guy was a newcomer just like him, and was "forced into business."
Zhao Youliang swayed his waist and hips and ran for a while, then slammed the door shut from the outside.
Then he happily trotted over to the breakfast stall.
"Uncle Gangtou, two yuan for a wallet and a bowl of tofu pudding, please!"
"Remember to add plenty of braising sauce, we like it strong!"
As "old neighbors" who had lived together for more than half a month, Uncle Gangtou, the owner of the breakfast stall, naturally knew Zhao Youliang's habits.
He loudly agreed and beckoned for himself to come and get the buns.
At the same time, he couldn't resist offering a few kind words: "You should eat less salt, lest you develop high blood pressure at such a young age!"
Zhao Youliang nodded in agreement, humming a song as he carried his steamed buns and looked for a seat. He unintentionally ended up sitting opposite the sorcerer.
Although the sorcerer initially judged him to be a "foolish" young man, he was still startled, thinking that he had been "exposed".
Could it be that the other party is a highly skilled master of the game, and I'm simply not skilled enough to see through them?
Otherwise, why would it be coming towards me?!
After struggling internally for a while, the sorcerer finally made up his mind to take the initiative to speak and test the waters.
"Good morning, senior... young man!"
"Good morning!" Zhao Youliang was so engrossed in wolfing down his food that he only realized there was a living person sitting opposite him when someone greeted him.
I was stunned when I looked up, and then I asked instinctively.
"Dude, you're in cahoots with those three guys who were just executed a few days ago, aren't you?"
The sorcerer was shocked upon hearing this, and immediately realized that Zhao Youliang was indeed a master, and had already discovered him!
Everything they did was just a deliberate prank!
The being who could easily kill the Bat God, seize the Spirit Infant, and plant a "ghost hand" on his neck was definitely not someone he could afford to provoke!
In a panic, the sorcerer quickly got up and stared intently at Zhao Youliang as he slowly retreated.
He even bumped into the table behind him, attracting a barrage of curses, but he didn't turn around.
Only after completely leaving the steamed bun shop and seeing that Zhao Youliang was not chasing after them did they dare to turn around and run wildly.
This scene not only stunned the surrounding diners, but also left Zhao Youliang, the person involved, completely dumbfounded.
"Holy crap, what's wrong with this old guy?"
"Could he be a wanted criminal? Is he afraid of being recognized?!"
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