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Chapter 132 Coming and Going
—You make it sound so easy!

Although the esoteric monk named Kejie was chanting sutras and mantras, he saw everything that was happening. He didn't care that his brothers had died; they were just a bunch of useless people who couldn't cultivate magic. But the sword light truly terrified him.

How can there be such a fast sword in this world?
—Moreover, the difference between this guy's strength and what was said in the intelligence is too great!
They originally thought they were just besieging a ferocious crocodile. It was dangerous, but they could handle it if they restrained it properly. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, the crocodile would evolve into an orca? Who could withstand that?

The problem is, even if they can't withstand it, they have to. They have been committing crimes together for many years, far superior to the ugly witch who only has magic but no combat experience. So the monk is well aware that if he tries to escape now, he will not only fail to get away, but will also be gradually defeated by that fast sword.

So he could only grit his teeth, endure the backlash, and switch to another scripture.

“Om, da le, du da le, san da ruo ni, ce, svaha.”

As the magnificent golden scenery faded, a deep red, blood-stained phantom of a Bodhisattva appeared behind the Tantric monk. It stretched out its slender palm, stirred it in the monk's brain, extracted a small amount of viscous brain matter, and then silently dissipated.

next second.

Dozens of pale arms then emerged from the ground. These arms were extremely thin, as if the skin was directly attached to the bone, but they were incredibly strong and would never let go once they grabbed something.

—Unless this guy can fly, no matter how fast this sword is, it's impossible for it to get past these things and get close to me.

The esoteric monk glanced at him, and the skinny bamboo pole immediately understood. He changed his hand seal, intending to take advantage of the time he had to control the situation to unleash another powerful but potentially fatal spell.

The esoteric monk immediately grinned maliciously.

—Kid, what good is your sword speed now?

But the next moment, his smile froze on his lips.

Just because someone uttered a single word.

It's a very ordinary word.

"Om".

In an instant, all the hands were suppressed, and the three remaining people only saw a river of blood descend from the sky, then reverse and flow towards them—

All movement stopped.

After a few breaths, he regained his senses.

But then, the esoteric monk did something that surprised everyone—he suddenly let out a shrill scream.

This person looked as if he had seen a ghost, and shouted in horror.

"These are mantras, not Zen mantras, but Tantric mantras! Which great temple are you a direct disciple of, and who is your master?! No, no, wait a minute, I didn't mean to offend you, and I didn't want to be disrespectful. Don't take my five nectars as a sacrifice, spare me!"

Amidst the screams, the esoteric monk's face was filled with horror.

Then, he didn't even bother to maintain his magic, nor did he remember all the experience he had gained in the fight. He turned around and ran away in a panic!
"Kejie, Kejie! Damn it!" The skinny bamboo pole shouted several times, but still couldn't stop the esoteric monk's actions. In the end, he could only curse, then changed his hand gesture and pointed at the esoteric monk and the surviving bald man.

The two men paused, and then, just like the previous corpse, they exploded alive.

Several scorpions emerged from it, along with a foul-smelling green mist. The tables and chairs in the restaurant were quickly corroded upon contact with this mist, turning into piles of rotten wood in the blink of an eye.

But this wasn't to attack Zhou You; it was to restrict his movements.

Now that the objective has clearly failed, the top priority is to save one's own life.

As for this group of bald men
What use are they, a bunch of useless good-for-nothings who are more likely to cause trouble than anything else!
The skinny bamboo pole spat and ran even faster.

however.

Just when the gate was getting closer and closer, and escape seemed within reach.

Suddenly, the skinny man felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Looking down, all he could see was the tip of a dagger protruding from his chest.

Gan.

I was thinking about that sword, but how could I forget? He also had a dagger that could be thrown.
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About half an incense stick's time later, Manager Ma finally poked his head in from outside the back room, trembling.

...He originally intended to run away. In fact, he wanted to escape as soon as the fighting started, to avoid getting into trouble—although he wasn't very well-educated, he still understood the principle of a wise man avoiding trouble.

But just as he was about to use his large body to climb over the window, the entire restaurant was suddenly enveloped in golden light, and the doors and windows seemed to be made of iron, sending him flying out.

Seeing no hope of escape, he could only cower in the kitchen, praying to all the gods and Buddhas that these people would not implicate him.

When the golden light dissipated and he saw that the matter was resolved and the hall was quiet, he dared to slowly crawl out.

However, the head was only halfway there when it was slapped down by a pair of hands.

Manager Ma's knees buckled, and he immediately knelt down.

"Sir, spare my life! I didn't see anything, and I don't know anything. I was born with Alzheimer's and epilepsy. If the authorities come to question me, I won't be able to say anything. I have young children to feed and an eighty-year-old mother to care for. Please, sir, spare my life!"

The person is quite skilled; it seems they've already mentally rehearsed the procedure many times.

The man who clapped his hands—that is, Zhou You—helped the shopkeeper up, both amused and exasperated.

"Don't do that, don't do that. I just saw you come out and said hello, I didn't mean anything by it."

Seeing that Zhou You's kind face seemed genuine, Manager Ma got up from the ground with some doubt, but when he saw the mess and corpses in the hall, his face turned very pale.

—My shop!
However, he would never dare to discuss compensation with this fierce man, so he suppressed his urge to vomit, and with a bitter heart, waved to the men hiding in the back to come out and clean the floor.

"Xiao Liu, go close the door, then fetch a bucket of water from the backyard. Ugh, my head's been so busy making money, I never thought I'd be picking up these people every day; it's bound to cause trouble sooner or later—."

The guy exclaimed "Hey!" and peered out, then his face also turned very ugly.

The man came out sighing, but whether his legs were weak from squatting for too long or he stepped on some blood, his body suddenly swayed and he fell towards someone.

Zhou You still had a big smile on his face, and even reached out his hand to help him up.

—But the next moment.

The cold light appears!

A splash of blood instantly splattered onto the beam!

however.

Zhou You was not the one who got hurt.

The man stared in disbelief at the longsword piercing his chest. His body gradually weakened, and his hand slipped, causing a green-glowing dagger to fall to the ground.

How did you discover this?

"It's nothing really." Zhou You drew his sword and kicked the waiter aside.

“That skinny guy kept shouting about being the leader, but apart from him, there didn’t seem to be any other leader or anything like that among their group. And when they were so confident of victory, they only mentioned the boss when they killed him to silence him, but they didn’t even mention you, their employee—that’s why I think there’s something wrong with you.”

"Of course, the most important thing is that you smell terrible with blood."

However, the other person could no longer hear the last sentence.

Only then did Zhou You breathe a sigh of relief. He looked at the terrified shopkeeper, thought for a moment, took out a piece of silver, and threw it at the shopkeeper's feet.

"Shopkeeper, this plus the previous one is my compensation. You should learn from this and make sure your employees check the family background of the people they hire, so you don't end up hiring another hitman like this."

After saying that, Zhou You ignored him and, before the constables arrived, turned and walked out of the shop.

But looking at the bright sunlight outside, he suddenly shook his head and gave a bitter smile, contrary to his previous composure.

"Including the Gu Master in the village, this is the second time since entering the dungeon. Although I won both battles in such a short time, if this continues, I will be killed sooner or later."

"Besides, I can't give up this damn token, otherwise I'll die if I don't complete the main quest. Even if I try to steal it from someone else later, the risk is too great, so..."

"What should we do now?"

(End of this chapter)