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Looking at the serious-looking Master Huang, a hint of doubt appeared on the man's face.
He clearly received the mission legitimately from the hall, but he used his unorthodox skills and sneaked into this place.
Looking at the sealed sedan chair next to it, which exuded a sinister aura, something just didn't feel right.
The white fox glanced at the weasel beside it, its meaning clear.
Huang Laosi, you didn't tell him, did you?
Huang Laosi: Of course I didn't tell him, otherwise how could I trick him into doing things?
Old Huang's eyes were full of smugness.
Whether it was those old fogies or the words passed down from that mountain, they all warned them to keep their minds pure and clear, and not to be tainted by worldly affairs.
But Huang Laosi didn't think so; on the contrary, he was more adept at cunning and deception than those foxes.
He hasn't even learned three-tenths of human qualities, yet his spirituality is completely clouded by worldly desires.
Deception was far too easy for him.
Whether it was deceiving Hu Tianshun into negotiations, using Hu Tianshun's life to incite a great battle between the shaman and Lu Xuan, or deceiving the disciples in the hall to secretly kill Lu Xuan, it was all done with ease.
Hu Tianshun's mind became muddled from sleeping too much, and he spent all his time thinking about the stories and legends of how Third Grandfather Hu persuaded various Taoist sects to quit and exterminate demons.
The guy right now, Gao... Gaoming, whose name is the complete opposite of his brain, is anything but clever.
They're really not that easy to fool.
To deal with an immortal, one cannot only think of force, but also of using one's brain.
The only things that could lead someone to scheme against an immortal are:
This doesn't seem likely. The guy who framed someone last time, the one who stormed in with a camera, was Lei Yanpao Gao Ning. Now the grass on his grave is incredibly tall.
It doesn't seem to work either. Someone tried it before and ended up being nailed to their home and left to stand exposed for seven days, ultimately watching their entire family be completely wiped out.
This seems like a good idea...
Then, the grand scheme of today was laid out.
The dozen or so people Gao Ming brought today are all innocent; they were all brought by Gao Ming after he was deceived.
If Lu Xuan kills them, Gao Ming is a member of the Gao family, and once he takes action, the Gao family will never tolerate it.
But if we don't take action...
The weasel looked at the stream under the overpass, a fierce glint in its eyes.
He doesn't care about human lives; he'll find and exploit any weakness Lu Xuan might have.
After so many years of offering incense and prayers, he hasn't learned much about humanity, but he has thoroughly mastered the treachery and cunning of people.
Huang Laosi coughed a few times and spoke with a sincere expression.
"Actually, the person I'm dealing with is... is..."
Huang Laosi suddenly stopped talking.
After thinking for a while, I remembered the building that suddenly collapsed a couple of days ago and the mass grave beneath it.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.
In this place, no one doesn't hate the people of the island nation, just as the supernatural beings outside the pass also deeply despise Bihe Ren and his ilk.
"Actually, what we need to deal with today are the remnants of the Hiei ninja. I received information that some of their remnants are lurking in this area..."
Gao Ming was completely bewildered.
He's a member of the Gao family and also an employee of the All-Knowing Company. When did these immortals become more well-informed than the All-Knowing Company?
And are you sure that such a fierce guy can be Higanbana?
How come I heard that Biheren, from the oldest to the youngest, was all killed by that Taoist Master Lu?
It is said that Lu Xuan carried a sword and slashed from the ground floor to the upper floor, and then from the upper floor down to the basement.
Even after cutting them down to the last minute, they still felt it wasn't enough, so they went straight to the island nation and scattered the ashes of almost all the superhumans there.
It is said that throughout the entire beating, Master Lu did not utter a single word about his eyes being dry.
It is said that the bones of those extraordinary people in the island nation are incredibly hard, and they didn't utter a sound even when exposed to temperatures of hundreds of millions of degrees.
Let's not hear any rumors yet!
Are you sure anyone can survive against a ruthless guy like Master Lu?
How could we possibly happen to run into each other?
Gao Ming's face was full of doubt.
Huang Laosi, on the other hand, had a mysterious and inscrutable expression.
"Can I still lie to you?"
Gao Ming fell silent.
Although he wasn't particularly clever and didn't admire Lu Xuan much, he wasn't that stupid to have made it this far from where he was at Nadutong Company.
The atmosphere became awkward.
"Fourth Master, my brothers are a bit weak. Since it's such a big deal to capture Bihe Ren, why don't we contact the company?"
As he spoke, Gao Ming took out his phone to make a call.
First came a dull, farting sound.
The sound of clothes being suddenly torn apart rang out.
Tick!Tick!
Blood flowed down Gao Ming's almost torn right arm, the wound so deep that bone was visible, as if it had been ripped apart by a giant beast.
Gao Ming knelt on the ground, his face pale, pressing his left hand against the wound on his right arm and using his Qi to suppress the "strange poison" emanating from the wound.
Weasel farts are poisonous, let alone a weasel that has cultivated itself for thousands of years.
Just now, Huang Laosi's fart almost knocked Gao Ming unconscious on the spot, and then he almost tore him apart with a claw.
Gao Ming stared intently at "Huang Laosi," who had torn off his disguise.
The latter stood up, his yellow-green pupils filled with murderous intent, and white foam even dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He may have learned to look somewhat human on the outside, but deep down he is still a wild beast whose wildness has not been extinguished.
When Gao Ming sensed something was wrong and tried to find an excuse to leave, he immediately took action.
Chapter 215: The Truth Is Always So Cruel
Huang Laosi's yellow-green pupils radiated murderous intent, and a cold smile played on his lips.
He threw the bloodstained clothes he had torn from Gao Ming's arm and the phone, now a pile of scrap metal, onto the ground.
He spoke viciously.
"Now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. I won't use your skills, but I'll use your life to test your abilities."
Since there's no way to kill Gao Ming at Lu Xuan's hands, then he can do it himself and frame Lu Xuan afterwards.
"Fuck your mother, you weasel beast..."
Seeing that Huang Laosi was no longer pretending, Gao Ming simply started cursing.
Then he quickly turned around and looked at his men, shouting.
But when he turned around, he found that all the people he had brought were lying unconscious on the ground, and the crucial thing was...
That song that summons the soul is still being sung, and it has not yet ceased to this day.
Even the rugged and wild atmosphere unique to the shamanic lineage in the music was gradually replaced by an eerie and sinister feeling.
"Which sedan chair is it? What's inside?"
Gao Ming looked at the tightly sealed sedan chair and could sense that it was emanating an unprecedented evil aura.
There was something clearly wrong with that sedan chair.
This weasel is definitely up to no good.
More importantly...
Gao Ming looked up at the white fox watching from the sidelines, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.
"Sixth Master Hu, you are the guardian spirit that my Gao family invited! I came here because I believe in you."
"My Gao family has been worshipping ancestors for generations, sharing incense offerings with them. You are an ancestor whom my family has worshipped for generations! How dare you conspire with this weasel to harm me?"
A hint of reluctance seemed to flash in the white fox's eyes, and it was about to speak.
But Huang Laosi interrupted him with a disdainful look and spoke for him.
"You're such a fool, even when you're about to die, you're still so stupid?"
"You humans' lifespans are nothing compared to those of us elves who have awakened our spiritual intelligence and cultivated ourselves. You can't even properly honor your own ancestors, yet you treat us as your ancestors?"
"Only younger people would believe this kind of joke, right? How old are you to still believe these things?"
“The golden Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in the temples all need incense oil and gold bodies, and the clay Taoist deities in the temples also need a few sticks of incense. So what gives you the right to call us our ancestors?”
"What is an ancestor? Only those of the same ancestor and lineage are called ancestors. You humans can kill yourselves, but we spirits, after gaining intelligence, don't even look down on ordinary weasels and foxes. How could we possibly care about you?"
“In the past, the area beyond the Great Wall was uncivilized and barbaric. Your ancestors had no choice but to worship us, offering incense and blood to pray for protection. This is the same as worshipping the Locust God when there is a locust plague or worshipping the Mountain God when there is a tiger problem.”
"It was because we caused too much trouble in the past that the major sects had to come together to wipe us out and suppress the unrest."
"Later, a highly accomplished person traveled far beyond the Great Wall to spread the Taoist tradition, educate the people, and standardize various sacrificial rituals and systems, which finally eased our tensions."
"In the past, you used to offer young boys and girls as sacrifices..."
As he spoke, Huang Laosi pointed to the stream where the river had suddenly swelled, and several narrow swimming shadows could be seen faintly in the water.
Gao Ming could see clearly that there were several "large" ones underwater.
In folk tradition, snakes are considered common, and it is said that if they move through water, they can transform into dragons. There are countless rivers outside the Great Wall, so it is quite normal for a few willow spirits to dwell there.
But this is just a stream without even fish, how could there be so many willow spirits that are almost shaped like dragons?