Zhao Youliang, who had a strong sense of justice, wanted to call the police, but after thinking about it for a moment, he didn't dare.
There's no other reason than that these people were clearly acting as a gang.
Three were just executed and another one comes out. What else could it be but a gang!
If I offend them, won't I face retaliation?!
If Zhao Youliang were all alone, he wouldn't be afraid; he'd just fight the bad guys if necessary!
But the key issue is that Zhao Youliang still has an adoptive father to take care of, and a half-sister to watch grow up.
If he fights the bad guys and becomes a "martyr," how will the remaining father and daughter survive?
In fact, Zhao Youliang's thoughts are a true reflection of the so-called "honest people" in real life.
They weren't afraid of any thugs or hooligans, which is why they chose to swallow their anger.
Instead, they carry a more important and weighty responsibility in their hearts...
Furthermore, Zhao Youliang was definitely not some "senior expert".
The idea that the sorcerer and the three executed men were accomplices was pure guesswork.
The only "theoretical basis" is appearance.
The four guys all looked equally menacing, all had shaved heads, and all had a "flower neck" (a tattoo on their necks).
With such similar attire, what else could they be but a group of people?
Moreover, Zhao Youliang privately gave the sorcerer's "organization" a catchy but impolite name—the Bald Head Party.
A big, shiny bald guy who specializes in dating beautiful women...
On the other side, the sorcerer who had escaped the town ran wildly for a long time before daring to stop and pant heavily, only after confirming that the "master" was not chasing him.
After resting for a while, the sorcerer smiled bitterly to himself.
"Sigh, there's no need for them to bother chasing after me at all."
"As long as the 'ghost hand' on my neck is still there, I will definitely not survive tonight."
"After all, there's no second nascent soul available..."
After muttering to himself for a while, the sorcerer's eyes suddenly turned fierce.
"Hmph! If it weren't for those three guys, I wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"Anyway, they can't 'come back to life' if I die, so it's a good opportunity to make use of them!!"
After saying this, the sorcerer went straight to the place where the bodies of the three condemned prisoners were kept.
Upon arrival, the sorcerer used magic to lead the three corpses to a dark and gloomy mountain valley.
The next step was to use the corpses to create flesh corpses to deal with Zhao Youliang.
Because this process is too bizarre and disgusting, for the sake of your mental and physical well-being, I will not go into details.
In short, after a series of nauseating actions, the sorcerer beamed with ecstasy: "Hahaha, the 'flesh corpse' is complete!"
He then closed his eyes and chanted a spell: "Your body is my body, your soul is my soul. Quickly obey my command, pursue my soul from ten miles away!"
After reading it, he pointed in the direction of the town.
The "corpse" that had been wolfing down its food immediately stopped and roared as it ran toward the town.
To be precise, they ran towards Zhao Youliang's paper-making shop.
All the small animals they encountered along the way were bitten to death by the carcasses and swallowed whole in a few bites.
The sorcerer stared at the direction of the corpse for a while before finally sitting down on the ground with a sigh of relief.
Clearly, the refining process just now was far from as easy as it looked.
After resting for only a short while, the sorcerer took the human head out of the quicklime again.
"The flesh corpse probably won't be enough to deal with that guy, so we'll have to risk creating another 'flying ghost'."
When it comes to "flying ghosts," even the sorcerers themselves seem a little afraid.
However, after subconsciously touching the "ghost hand" on her neck, she made up her mind.
"Since we're going to die anyway, let's fight!"
"If you don't want me to live, then nobody else will live either!!"
Leaving aside the sorcerer's creation of the "flying ghost," Zhao Youliang on the other side was unaware of the impending doom.
Right now, he's grinning as he helps Sister Yingchun at the barbecue shop skewer meat.
Sister-in-law Yingchun knew that Zhao Youliang was just talking big and wouldn't dare to actually do anything.
He's the kind of person who's all talk and no action, so I don't bother him.
Instead, she laughed and asked, "You brat, why aren't you watching your own shop? What are you busy doing here?"
"What, aren't you afraid of living people walking into the store?"
Sister-in-law Yingchun has been married into the town for three or four years, so she obviously knows the rules of the paper-making shop.
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