CH 291

"Ah ah ah ah!!!" The Zuo Wang Dao knelt on the ground, trembling, covering his face without skin with his hands, and let out a violent scream.

This scream was not only because of the pain, but also because he was actually tricked by the other party.

With the sound of the mucus scraping against the skin, the wriggling tentacles of the Black Tai Sui slowly retracted the face skin with eyeballs, and slowly went back into Li Huowang's mouth.

"Gudong!" Li Huowang struggled to swallow the stinky, sticky thing in his mouth.

He looked at the Zuo Wang Dao struggling to stand up in front of him, and staggered backwards, pulling out the copper coin sword in his hand.

"Swish!" With Li Huowang's body losing balance and falling to the ground due to swinging the sword, the Zuo Wang Dao, who had more than ten copper coins in his body, also fell to the ground.

The dying Zuo Wang Dao had a strange smile on his face. "Sure enough, you are amazing...Red Boss...Big Three Yuan is not in vain."

Li Huowang, who fell to the ground and couldn't get up, silently looked at the sky, feeling the pain in his body. "I didn't expect...I actually fell here...I'm really unwilling..."

Looking at the god Gao Zhijian in the distance, who was covered in clay sculptures and was already attempting to come towards him, Li Huowang struggled to turn over.

"This... isn't it too wasteful to not use this pain?"

He tried hard a few times, but ultimately failed. But in the last moment, he finally reached into his own abdomen with his hand, and firmly grasped his rib on the left and right.

As Li Huowang pulled his hands out of his own abdomen, two bloody ribs were also pulled out.

The two curved bones crossed in the air, and then were inserted back into his abdomen. "Tear flesh and pull bones!"

The sound of impact and fighting disappeared, replaced by continuous screams and wailing.

At this moment, everything in Gan Yuan Village, whether it was those things hiding in the clay sculptures, or the people and dogs in Gan Yuan Village, felt the same as Li Huowang.

Those clay sculptures could not support themselves and trembled, constantly fleeing underground. The crisis that had just occurred was instantly resolved by Li Huowang.

Feeling them leaving, Li Huowang's consciousness gradually dissipated as he relaxed his hands.

"Li Huowang!" Li Huowang subconsciously supported his head and responded drowsily. "Who's there?"

The last thing he saw was Bai Lingmiao running towards him. "I can't die, I can't die..."

Li Huowang's head tilted, and his consciousness fell into darkness.At five in the morning, hearing the sound of roosters outside, the scruffy dog boy carrying a chamber pot walked out of the room. His face was pale and the white cloth on his collar represented that he was injured too. He had to come out to pour the chamber pot because Gao Zhijian's injuries were much worse than his. Those clay figures almost dislocated his arm.

After pouring the chamber pot in the latrine, he hurriedly headed back, with his neck shrunk. When passing by Room No.2, he cautiously opened the window and glanced inside. He saw Li Huowang lying on the bed with a lifeless face, showing no sign of waking up. He shook his head helplessly.

Back in his own room, he just put the chamber pot under the bed when Gao Zhijian's thunderous snoring stopped abruptly. "Wha... wha... what..."

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"Nothing. It's the same as before. Just move over a bit, and I'll take a nap."

The dog boy turned over and curled his bony body under the covers. "Ah, Li Shixiong probably won't make it this time. We should split up. Hey, stupid, how much can I get for that golden box?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction beside him, the dog boy continued, "I'm not cursing Li Shixiong. You saw it yourself. This time, all his organs were hollowed out. Even if he dances like a shaman, he's not a real immortal, right? Can he still survive?"

"Peng!" The dog boy was pushed under the bed.

"Hey, you!" The dog boy grumbled as he stood up. He lost his sleepiness and picked up the copper basin from the wooden shelf, heading to the well in the backyard to fetch water.

After washing up, he walked out of the street and sat down in a small shed by the roadside. "Boss, give me a bowl of sweet tofu pudding and two fried dough sticks."

"Okay! Please wait a moment."

The steaming tofu pudding was sprinkled with some sesame and red sugar, making the dog boy's hungry stomach salivate. He used chopsticks to pick up a fried dough stick and soaked it in the tofu pudding, then stuffed it into his mouth. The greasy and sweet taste filled his mouth, making him feel very comfortable.

"This Daliang town is different. Even if you don't harvest rice, there are still many breakfast options."

After the dog boy finished his breakfast, more people started to appear on the street. He carefully licked the bowl clean with his tongue, stood up, and took out a dozen or so coins from his waist, throwing them over. "Hey, that's too much. Thank you, sir!"

"Who's thanking you? I'm ordering three more servings for the inn on the second floor next door. I won't be watching, so don't cheat them."

The dog boy turned and merged into the crowd. He had already become very familiar with this town during this period of time.After wandering around for a while, he finally stopped in front of a remote coffin shop.

Spitting in his hand and touching his temple, Gouwa walked in.

The man who was calculating inside couldn't help but smile wryly when he saw Gouwa's sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked face.

"Master Cao, you're here again? Please come in."

"What's up? I've been thinking about it all night. Can the price be any lower?" Gouwa patted a large coffin with skillful hands.

"Master Cao, this is top-quality red pine wood. Hey, don't pat it. If you pat it every day, the coffin will lose its paint."

"Are you buying it or not? You come to ask the price every day. Do you want to do this business too?"

"Hmph." Gouwa was very disdainful. "Of course, I really want to buy it. If you lower the price by half an ounce, I'll pay the deposit today."

The owner of the coffin shop heard this and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly slowed down his voice and asked cautiously, "Brother Li... is he... almost gone?"

Seeing Gouwa nod with closed eyes and a pouting mouth, the owner's heart sank. "Okay! Half an ounce less it is! This is the lowest I can go. I can't go any lower."

"Don't worry." Gouwa circled the coffin carefully a few times and said to the man again, "Boss, since you've lowered the price, can you also give me a shroud?"

An hour passed quickly, and the coffin shop owner, who was talking until his mouth was dry, finally agreed to Gouwa's offer.

He really didn't want to drag it out anymore. If he did, no matter whether Brother Li in Cao's mouth was dead or not, he would be driven crazy by him.

After paying the deposit, Gouwa asked again, "Boss, are you familiar with the people who handle funerals?"

The coffin shop owner nodded repeatedly. "Don't worry, I know the cooks who make the food, the troupe who sings, and the eight immortals who carry the coffin."

"I want the best, and a grand funeral! These are my brothers with whom I've been through life and death!"

"Okay! I'll help you make the arrangements. I'll make sure everything is done beautifully. You can rest assured."

"Oh, by the way, help me order more maids for the paper effigy figures. Brother Li will be bored if he goes down alone."

"Master Cao is righteous!"

"Well, there's no other way. When Brother Li dies, they will cry and do nothing. Someone has to do these things. I did it last time."

"Last...last time?"