Seeing that the "little wooden knife" had killed a demon and then maliciously aimed at his kidney, Zhao Youliang quickly grabbed it.
"Brother Dao, Master Dao, I was wrong, okay? Can you rest for a while, sir?"
"I really can't take it much longer, I can barely stand up!"
The little wooden knife "looked" at the terrified, retreating demon, then "looked" at Zhao Youliang, who was pale and swaying, before reluctantly quieting down.
However, judging from the constant "roaring" sound it makes, it is clearly ready to attack at any time.
Fortunately, thanks to the bravery of the little wooden knife, the evil spirits, out of fear, dared not continue their attack and simply surrounded the house.
The attentive Huang Yu quickly took the opportunity to bandage Zhao Youliang's wound: "Quantum, you're alright... You've worked so hard!"
Huang Jiaxian wanted to ask, "Are you alright?" but seeing Zhao Youliang's miserable state, she had to change her mind.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Youliang was about to suppress his pain and utter a few words of complaint when he saw an ancient swordsman flying through the air.
It was Ma Mingyang, the Mohist who was invited by the Northern Blood Dragon to guard the campus.
(For details, please refer to Chapter 0167 of this book: The Master's Arrival)
The Mohists were direct descendants of the Mohist school, one of the Hundred Schools of Thought in ancient China. They advocated valuing merit, conformity, universal love, non-aggression, frugality, simple funerals, the will of Heaven, belief in ghosts, opposition to music, and opposition to fatalism.
This includes universal love (universal love), opposition to wars of aggression (non-aggression), advocating thrift and opposing extravagance (frugality), valuing the inheritance of the cultural wealth of predecessors (understanding the supernatural), and grasping the laws of nature (the will of Heaven).
The founder of the Mohist school was the famous Mozi, and its leaders throughout the ages were called "Grand Masters (钜子)".
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After landing, Mo Zhe Ma Mingyang glanced at the surrounding ghosts and then said calmly, "Go."
"What you ask for will naturally come to pass when the time is right."
After saying that, he reached out and beckoned, and the golden lighter that Zhao Youliang had placed on the offering table flew over rapidly.
Mo Zhe Ma Mingyang took it in his hand, said in a deep voice, "Nonsense," and then put it away.
Having accepted the golden lighter, the Mohist turned his gaze to the wooden knife in Zhao Youliang's hand.
However, after a moment's thought, he didn't take it away. He just whispered a warning, "Take care of yourself," and then disappeared along with the "hundred ghosts" around him.
The moment the lighter was taken away by the Mohists, the entire town immediately became even colder and more gloomy.
It feels like lying in a warm bed in the dead of winter, when suddenly someone pulls back the covers and pours a bucket of ice water over you from head to toe.
"This..." Zhao Youliang was speechless for a moment, looking at the suddenly deserted surroundings.
After a moment, he said to Liao Zhiyuan, "Brother, wasn't that the expert Uncle Liu was talking about?"
"Is he even more capable than the young general? How could he take the lighter so easily?!"
As mentioned earlier, Liao Zhiyuan's father had lived in the "small courtyard" with his teacher and the young general for a long time, so he could answer Zhao Youliang's question.
"Let me put it this way, Quantum Bro... Theoretically speaking, only you, sir, can reliably defeat the young general."
"That Mohist was the young general's guide."
"Oh, by the way, the young general also has another identity; he is the leader of the Mohist school in this generation."
"So even the 'things' he makes casually can be incredibly powerful."
"Oh, I see..." Zhao Youliang nodded repeatedly upon hearing this, feeling extremely regretful at the same time.
If Zhao Youliang had the choice, he would rather have the small wooden knife taken away.
It's not that I superficially believe gold is more valuable, but rather that using a lighter doesn't require self-harm.
Although I'm destined to be the last page of the household registration book and probably won't need those two big kidneys anymore, it really hurts every time I get pricked, okay?
Moreover, getting stabbed too many times can be fatal, just like in the situation just now...
Slightly disappointed, Zhao Youliang returned to the paper-making shop, feeling even colder than outside.
His subconscious told him that it must be because the gold lighter had been taken away.
Besides the chilling atmosphere, Zhao Youliang could even faintly hear the cold laughter of the two puppets.
Zhao Youliang exchanged a glance with Huang Jiaxian, who shared the same feeling, and spoke softly.
"Brother, if this continues, are all the people in town doomed?"
"Besides the five major families, the rest of you won't be able to escape either, right?"
Huang Yu nodded deeply upon hearing this: "These two are really too resentful... To put it another way, even if they were willing to let the others go, the ones we encountered tonight wouldn't be."
"This place...this place is destined to become a ghost kingdom."
Upon hearing Huang Yu's words, the evil immortals all looked terrified.
"What about us? What should we do?"
"Now that the two in front are free, Quantum should be able to leave, right?"
"If we hurry and run, will we make it in time?!"
Huang Yu clearly had no way of answering the questions posed by the evil immortals.
Not only Huang Yu, but even Old Liu in the coffin shop was like that.
Because the next day, after dawn, Zhao Youliang took advantage of his cultivation opportunity to ask the same question.
Old Liu's face was solemn. After a long while, he finally exhaled and spoke: "The place where you lingered is full of great cause and effect."
"Quantum, Zhiyuan, it won't be easy for you to leave safely!"
"Words are useless, let's focus on our training! Every bit of strength we gain increases our chances of survival!"
After finishing his appeal, Old Liu stood with his hands behind his back at the entrance of the coffin shop.
Looking at the resentment that had gathered into dark clouds above his head, his face was full of seriousness.
After spending a long time together, Old Liu had come to accept Zhao Youliang as his successor from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't bear to see him die here so young, without even the chance to be reincarnated.
"Sir, are you really so heartless...?"
As this inappropriate thought arose in his mind, Old Liu was instantly struck by lightning.
He groaned and stumbled backward until he collapsed onto the wicker chair behind him.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang quickly stepped forward to help him up: "Uncle Liu, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?!"
Old Liu smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and was about to say something when he saw the sorcerers approaching from afar.
The leader, a sorcerer known as "Toad Venerable" who resembled a toad standing up, was stunned upon seeing Old Liu, and then his face became full of respect.
After a slight hesitation, he still spoke to Zhao Youliang.
"Master, please tell me how you would be willing to return the Seven Tragic Stones."
"We can discuss everything!"
Zhao Youliang was already fed up with this, and seeing how respectfully the sorcerer treated Old Liu, he quickly seized the opportunity to use the situation to his advantage and told the truth.
"Brothers and sisters, I'm telling you the truth. I've never even seen what you're looking for."
"If you still don't believe me, I really can't help you!"
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