I haven't seen Mao San for quite some time.
But his voice is deeply imprinted in the depths of my mind, unable to be erased!
I never expected that I would actually encounter him at this moment!
Dingling!
The clear sound reverberated from behind me and spread outwards around.
Suddenly, the dense and chaotic tearing sensations on my body disappeared without a trace!
Puff!
From over ten meters away, that person spat out a mouthful of thick, dark blood, looking weary and dispirited.
The bizarre sparrows all over his body looked duller, as if their feathers had faded.
Especially the wooden stake in his hand, which had several cracks.
"Give it here to you!"
Mao Sansan loudly shouted.
His figure suddenly swept past me, leapt up into the air, and covered the distance of over ten meters in an instant.
The person was shocked and frightened, and fiercely waved the wooden stake in his hand, cursing: "Maosan! We have settled this matter!"
Meanwhile, he leaped backward to escape!
Mao Sansan caught the wooden stake with one hand and landed lightly. He did not chase the person but coldly scolded, "You still want to settle a grudge? Go back to your mountain ridge and eat your stinking fish and shrimp!"
The echoes kept reverberating in the forest!
Mao Sansan was playing with the wooden stake in his hand. His eyes on his donkey face were narrowed into a slit. After a sigh, he was filled with smiles.
I stood still, my breathing still heavy, my gaze fixed on Mao Sansan's hand, but my heart did not relax in the slightest...
"Display your divine powers." Mao Sansan sighed again, as if a senior looking at a junior with nostalgia and a sense of not being out of line.
"To survive on the road, how long you can live is related to your abilities. If you have stronger abilities, you can live longer. If your abilities are not strong, you can shrink back and hide. This is also a kind of ability. How can you always make enemies everywhere?"
"What's going on with the ghost pavilion? Have all the old scalpers in the mountains been summoned? They must catch you at all costs?"
"That's it, you wouldn't even want to come back and find me?"
By the end of his words, Mao Sansan actually appeared a bit upset.
"I still don't want to sell myself," I panted in response.
"Oh..." Mao Sansan looked at the wooden stake in his hand, and he shook it towards me as if to throw it.
I caught it quickly with my hand.
"Who would let our family be honest, upright, and fair in business? If it were any other, we would have had to haggle with this wisp of soul," Mao Sansan's voice trailed off as he spoke.
I lowered my head and looked at the wooden stake simultaneously.
The paper on the stake was torn into pieces, and a gray streak shot down from my hand, falling to the ground.
"Souls?" I raised my head in confusion, looking at Mao Sansan.
"A man's name, a tree's shadow, a person's shadow is closely related to their every move. When things reach their peak, they become spiritual beings. When the shadow of a person is exposed to too much negative energy, it can generate some residual souls."
"The sparrows crawling on the old scalper are those that peck at bodies in the graveyard. They build their nests inside coffins. With no place to rest, the ghosts and spirits attach themselves to the birds. The old scalper also uses special methods to refine them, and the birds have sharp beaks, capable of pecking at people's souls."
"He himself has special abilities, capable of absorbing the residual souls of people in their shadows. Using paper to bind the soul, those corpse sparrows will make you feel your spirit becoming increasingly painful, and even be divided into thousands of pieces."
Mao Sansan stroked his chin and walked closer to me.
He sized me up from head to toe.
I didn't dodge or retreat.
Mao Sansan has a problem; he just wants to buy my body. As long as I refuse, he won't harm me.
"Over these days, you've been living quite well, and you've gained two more points of fitness. Not bad, not bad," Mao Sansan murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
I didn't respond, and Mao Sansan turned his head again, looking in the direction of the top of the mountain.
"But, you should stay away from the mountain. You should avoid getting involved in the affairs of the Daoists. I'll take a look up there."
"There's no leftover energy for you to pick up here. Go down the mountain."
Mao Sansan waved his sleeves.
In two sentences, he revealed his purpose for coming here.
He came to fish in troubled waters.
He believes that I also came to fish in troubled waters.
I turned around and walked directly towards the direction of the mountain.
Mao Sansan lifted his feet, ready to walk up the mountain.
He didn't even wait for me or warn me about anything else.
I paused slightly, turned my head, and looked at Mao Sansan one more time.
He had already walked several steps and was about to pick up his pace.
"I understand the things in the mountain!"
"Sun Zhuo is on the mountain!"
"His true face is about to burst out!"
"There are two friends of mine down below. One is the son of Han Guazi, and they know Sun Zhuo's true appearance."
"Didn't you say that as long as Sun Zhuo becomes a traitor of the regulated monastery, you would dare to take his body?"
My words were resolute.
Mao Sansan's body suddenly stopped, and he stumbled.
The next second, Mao Sansan turned around.
Suddenly, his body vanished.
When he appeared again, he was almost half the distance away.
Then...he just stood in front of me, his large donkey face almost touching mine!
"We are honest and straightforward businesspeople who never lie or cheat. Young master, if you deceive your uncle, when he gets angry, he might just force a sale!"
Mao Sansan's voice was so excited that it was about to twist.
Simultaneously, it carried a trace of ice-coldness!
The excitement was real.
He was afraid of being disappointed, which was also true!
My eyelids spasmed, and I took a step back, afraid that Mao Sansan's mouth would be pressed against my face.
"Forcing a sale is not the way of a businessman."
"Then Sun Zhuo, you can also refuse to take him." I shook my head and spoke in a cold tone.
Mao Sansan, if he behaves properly, I am indeed not afraid of him...
But if he doesn't behave properly...
Then he would be too terrifying...
Although I don't know how terrifying he is, even someone with the strength of the ninth elder has to dodge Mao Sansan and constantly suppress his own aura with the Ba Gua flag.
It can be imagined how great his threat must be...
Deterrence, also representing strength...
"This..."
The ice-coldness in Mao Sansan's words disappeared instantly, and his smile became even more pronounced, with a whole heap of wrinkles forming on his face.
"Huh!"
"Ah! Young master Xian Shen, what are you talking about?"
"Over these days, my arms and legs have been prone to rheumatism, causing me great discomfort, making my heart uneasy and keeping me from sleeping at night."
"Today's chaotic words must have been influenced by that old scalper who summoned a wisp of my soul and manipulated me from the shadows!"
"What was said earlier cannot be believed!"
"In his words, he pointed to the sky with his fingers, speaking in a stern manner."
"As a businessman, I must be honest and straightforward, always striving to avoid cheating both the young and the old. If I, Mao Sansan, try to forcefully buy or sell to the young master Xian Shen, I will be struck by the five calamities of heaven!"
Mao Sansan's gaze was genuinely serious, and his words were genuinely decisive!
My heart was pounding rapidly, and I hadn't expected Mao Sansan's reaction to be so strong.
After a bunch of nonsensical words, he directly swore...
But I didn't expect that the next second, a loud thunderclap resounded!
The thunder was so loud that it was almost as if it was going to break the sky!
A beam of white light sliced through the night sky, and in an instant, everything before my eyes was as bright as day!
Mao Sansan's donkey-like face was illuminated and turned pale, his small eyes wide with shock.
"Foolish!"
Mao Sansan's gesture of pointing to the sky was a curse.
"The old man didn't force a sale..."
The sound of his words suddenly stops.
The muffled thunder sound disappeared...
The flash of lightning also disappeared in an instant...
Mao Sansan suddenly lowered his head, he only looked at me once before focusing his gaze on the mountain again!
"Young Master Xian Shen, that thunder strike was not aimed at me. Such a large thunder strike! I fear that Han Guazi, the old man, has put in all his effort. His last candle is almost extinguished."
"This mountain, I can't accompany you down anymore, I need to go quickly while it's still hot," Mao Sansan spoke very quickly and in a very urgent manner.
