Upon seeing Zhao Youliang extend the golden lighter, the two ghost messengers retreated in fright.
To use an inappropriate analogy, it's like an ancient criminal receiving an imperial edict announcing his execution.
"You're too kind, Lord Zhao. I can't accept such a compliment!"
As the two ghost messengers spoke, they casually summoned a lonely ghost with horns on its head and will-o'-the-wisps burning between the horns.
Picking up the unlucky little devil, he lit the cigarette in his mouth with the will-o'-the-wisp on its head, then kicked the bewildered, trembling little devil away.
"Lord Zhao, my brothers and I are used to lighting cigarettes this way. We hope you'll forgive us for making a fuss."
Having lived at the bottom of society for a long time, Zhao Youliang was good at dealing with people and quickly waved his hands.
"Don't laugh, don't laugh! The way you two light your cigarettes is so classy, much better than us country bumpkins!"
After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, the grasshopper spirit, Xiao Li, and Brother Li hurriedly echoed his words, fearing that they might offend these two legendary ghost messengers.
The two sides are now like a stick trying to catch a wolf – afraid on both sides.
Therefore, with mutual compliments, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
Finally, the two ghost messengers couldn't stand it any longer and took the initiative to bring up the main topic.
"Lord Zhao, it's getting late. If there's nothing else you need us to do, we brothers will take our leave now."
"I'll say it again: you can take this little devil back and play with him. Just return him to the underworld whenever you're done playing with him."
In all honesty, Zhao Youliang was terrified of ghosts, let alone interested in playing with them, so he immediately refused.
Just as he was about to respectfully see the ghost messenger off, he suddenly remembered that the young master Huang was still in the hands of that mad ghost.
So he quickly spoke up: "Brothers, I have a favor to ask of you, is that alright?"
"If it's difficult for you, that's fine. Just pretend I didn't say anything."
Because of this beautiful misunderstanding, would the two ghost messengers dare to say no?
He nodded repeatedly, "Lord Zhao, please give your orders if you need anything. We're all family, there's no need for help!"
"Let's do our own things together!"
Seeing how easy the two ghost messengers were to talk to, Zhao Youliang once suspected that they were fakes.
But we can't worry about that now. Whether it's a fake or a high-quality imitation, as long as we can rescue Huang's son!
After Zhao Youliang stated his request, the two ghost messengers breathed a long sigh of relief:
I thought it was something serious, but it turns out it was just taming a hundred-year-old ghost... Perfect for my job!
While repeatedly agreeing, it drifted straight towards Mad Dog's Hollow.
"Don't worry, Lord Zhao, leave this trivial matter to us brothers."
"Don't even mention a mere madman, we'll train even a mad dog into a Pekingese for you!"
As expected, the ghost messengers kept their word. About half an hour later, they appeared, carrying a large, disheveled, and ferocious ghost on the wind.
The person next to the giant ghost was none other than Huang Yu, the immortal of the Huang family whom Zhao Youliang had been longing for day and night.
"Brother Huang!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, Zhao Youliang jogged over to greet Huang Yu, intending to give him a big bear hug.
But for some reason, when they got closer, they didn't dare to make a move, and instead asked questions excitedly.
"Young Master Huang, are you alright?"
"You haven't suffered these past few days, have you? Did that madman bully you?"
Before Huang Yu could speak, the madman beside him flew into a rage upon hearing Zhao Youliang's words.
If it weren't for the ghost messengers holding it firmly in shackles, they probably would have already pounced on it and torn it apart.
Even so, it still glared angrily and kept lunging forward.
No matter how the two ghost messengers whipped him with iron chains, it was no use.
"Why do you speak like that?!"
"I am as close as brothers with Huang Yu. I treat him to the best food and drink and I am always worried that I am not treating him well enough. How could I possibly bully him!"
"We're not letting him leave because we don't want him to get involved in worldly affairs and encounter danger!"
At this point, the madman suddenly realized: "Brother Huang Yu, it's because of you that you've entered this world, isn't it?"
I'll eat you up!
After saying that, it pounced on Zhao Youliang even more frantically, looking just like a Tibetan mastiff that was chained up with thick iron chains but kept roaring and charging forward.
He truly lives up to his name as a madman!
Seeing the mad ghost like this, the two ghost messengers felt that they had lost face in front of Zhao Youliang.
Enraged, he raised the yin law weapon, the mourning stick, and after a few blows, beat the mad ghost until he was covered in wounds.
Even so, the madman continued to roar incessantly.
The immense force nearly snapped the iron chain binding his neck!
You should know that this iron chain is as thick as a baby's arm, and it is also a magic weapon carried by the ghost messenger!
Upon witnessing such a terrifying scene, the people present no longer dared to imagine the madman as a mad dog, but rather as a furious lion unwilling to be restrained!
The proud Lion King!
Seeing the mad ghost being beaten by the ghost messengers, Huang Yu clearly couldn't bear it.
However, due to their respective positions, they dared not speak up to offer advice and could only look to Zhao Youliang for help.
Zhao Youliang wasn't stupid; he immediately understood.
He took two more cigarettes from Xiao Li and handed them to the ghost messenger with a fawning expression.
"Thank you for your hard work, brothers!"
"Don't bother, just smoke first."
"Don't get angry with a madman—he's already insane, it's not worth getting angry with him!"
According to the ghost messengers, Zhao Youliang was the cousin of that important figure, so they naturally had to give him face.
Not only should we give, but we must give more, and give enough!
The scale is high!
Therefore, they immediately stopped beating the madman and started shouting at him.
"snort!"
"If it weren't for Lord Zhao's sake, I would have arrested you and made you suffer the most, even to the point of being thrown into the deepest hell!"
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