The drinking session was very enjoyable and didn't end until the rooster crowed at dawn.
As the three family heads left, they glanced in the direction of the doghouse and couldn't help but chuckle.
Huang Zuo, in particular, shook his head helplessly while laughing.
"You're such a polite dog, if the three of us don't reward you with something, outsiders will think we're stingy."
It turned out that the big yellow dog was still kowtowing in its kennel, having been doing so since last night; from the beginning of the night until dawn.
He must be completely disoriented by now, swaying and staggering unsteadily.
Even so, he didn't stop for even half a second, continuing to bang and bang, his dog face full of fawning and obsequiousness...
Just as Huang Zuo said, at this time, the three major families would really feel guilty if they didn't reward the hooligans with some benefits.
The first to make a move was Huang Zuo, the oldest among them, who, after a moment's thought, tossed out a cloth bag.
"Since you're so well-behaved and lovable, I'll give you this bag for storage."
The big yellow dog was overjoyed and kowtowed even more frequently.
Next was Hui Wuming, the head of the Hui family.
As the saying goes, the Gray family, one of the five great immortals, comes from the humblest background and therefore understands the hardships of those at the bottom the best.
He stepped forward, gently patted the big yellow dog's head, and casually wrote down a Taoist incantation, handing it to the dog.
This Daoist manual was obtained by Hui Wuming at the cost of the lives of thousands of his clansmen when he was at his lowest point.
Although he no longer values it, it holds profound significance for him and the entire Gray family.
Of course, what Hui Wuming received back then was only half of the Taoist book; he only gave the big yellow dog a few sections of the incantations.
This is not because the head of the Hui family is stingy, but because the Dao cannot be easily passed on.
After becoming the head of the Hui family, Chang Huaiyuan, dressed in white, smiled and took out an inkstone, which was simple and elegant.
"Aside from the personal weapon bestowed upon me by the master, I do not need anything else on a daily basis, and therefore I never carry it with me."
"I obtained this item by chance. I used it to grind ink when I practiced calligraphy and calmed my mind. I will give it to you today."
"You should take better care of yourself in the future."
After saying this, the three heads of the family left together with smiles.
Upon seeing this, the big yellow dog quickly climbed out of its kennel and escorted the dog all the way to the door.
And after kowtowing to the backs of the three heads of the family for a long time, he finally staggered and struggled back to his doghouse.
There's nothing wrong with that; I've been kowtowing for so long that I'm really dizzy.
The fact that the big yellow dog didn't vomit shows how strong it is...
The scene of the big yellow dog being rewarded naturally fell into the eyes of the "immortals" behind it.
Xiong Ba, being a big-hearted person, didn't think much of it, but he was just amazed at how well the big yellow dog knew how to behave... and how well it acted as a dog.
Several evil spirits were filled with envy: If they had known this would happen, they would have done it too!
Don't even mention doing it for one night, I could do it for a month!
Sigh, what a waste of such a great opportunity!
While pondering, the evil spirits secretly resolved that they would make kowtowing one of their compulsory courses from now on.
If I ever have the chance to meet an important person again, I'll definitely give them a good beating until the sky falls and the sea dries up!
......
On the other side, the three shamanic family heads walked side by side for a long distance before reluctantly parting ways.
It's unclear what Hui Wuming said to the other two, but Huang Zuo and Chang Huaiyuan didn't mention going to cause trouble for the strange corpse.
At the same time, Blood Dragon said with emotion, "No wonder Brother Gray Six suggested that I send Chang Jie here to cultivate. So that's why."
"On the day Chang Jie transforms into a dragon, I will definitely bring him to pay homage to Sixth Brother!"
Hui Wuming, as always, was easygoing and waved his hand repeatedly, saying no need.
After the three family heads returned to their respective homes, the five great shamanic families of the Northern Kingdom simultaneously issued a strange order:
No direct descendant of one's own family is allowed to participate in any matters related to the paper-making shop.
Those who disobey the order will be expelled if the offense is minor, and have their cultivation revoked and be sent into reincarnation if the offense is serious.
Of course, this excludes Huang Yu, Chang Jie, and Xiao Jiaozi, who are now working at the paper-making shop.
......
At this time, near Mad Dog's Pass:
Just as Zhao Youliang was about to be smashed to death by the madman, the small wooden knife he had been hiding in his bosom suddenly flew out on its own, making the same sound as a lighter.
"A small knife floats in the sky; to kill someone, first stab yourself in the waist."
"Seven Wounds Blade, here I come!"
Then, to everyone's astonishment, he swiftly stabbed Zhao Youliang in the waist, drawing blood.
Then, with his blood still on his body, he chopped heavily down on the madman's arm.
If this strike lands squarely, the madman's arm will be completely useless.
It was only then that Huang Yu and the two ghost messengers finally realized what was happening.
"No!" came out of the mouths of the three "people" at the same time.
The two ghost messengers flashed to Zhao Youliang's side and caught him as he fell.
"Lord Zhao, are you alright?!"
"If anything were to happen to you, the young general would surely turn our underworld upside down!"
Huang Yu then saw the ghost catch Zhao Youliang and then take out a "wooden comb" and throw it at the wooden knife.
"Brother Prisoner, why aren't you getting out of the way!"
Prisoner is the madman's name, which he also gave himself.
As for his original name, the madman never told anyone, so no one knew it.
The madman was just mad, not stupid. Upon hearing this, he immediately took advantage of the moment when the comb and the wooden knife collided to desperately dodge.
Unfortunately, with the shackles of the underworld binding him, he couldn't speed things up even if he wanted to.
When the comb and the knife collided, the comb didn't even last half a second before it turned into wood chips with a bang.
The wooden sword paused only briefly before continuing to slash at the madman.
And this time the target had changed: instead of aiming for the arm, it went straight for the neck.
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