One person: Senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, the Celestial Master begged me to descend the mountain.

The moment the words were spoken, the already tense atmosphere froze completely.

"Oh……"

A soft laugh broke the silence.

Wang Zhenqiu toyed with the strange mask in his hand, his smile growing brighter, but his peach blossom eyes gleamed with a dangerous light, like a fox eyeing its prey.

"This Taoist priest has quite a temper."

He took a step forward, leaning slightly forward, a posture that suggested he could suddenly unleash his power and injure someone at any moment.

"Everyone in the business is in charge of getting things done; we're always the ones telling others to get lost."

"Isn't it a bit too much of a blatant disregard for our needs by taking us for granted?"

The man next to him, Hei Guan, didn't speak, but the muscles in his right arm, which had been hanging by his side, had quietly tightened, and the faint buzzing sound of mechanical charging could be heard from under the black sleeve.

Only Old Meng, huddled in the corner, wiped the cold sweat from his brow and muttered to himself:

"Um... everyone, can we talk this out properly? After all, they did help out just now..."

"Shut up."

Wang Zhenqiu rebuked without turning his head, his gaze still fixed on the figure sitting at the bathroom door drinking tea.

"Old Meng, you're just too cowardly."

"Now that we're here, if we're scared away by just one sentence, how will we ever be able to survive in this industry?"

After saying that, Wang Zhenqiu lightly touched the ground with his toes and was about to step forward.

Snapped.

Suddenly, a large hand darted in and gripped Wang Zhenqiu's shoulder tightly.

The hand was incredibly strong; its nails even dug deep into Wang Zhenqiu's flesh.

"Um?"

Wang Zhenqiu frowned and turned to look at his side:

"Brother Xiao? What are you doing?"

It was Xiao Zizai who stopped him.

However, Xiao Zizai's condition was somewhat off at this moment.

His face, which usually wore a gentle smile and looked like a refined scoundrel, was now extremely tense.

He ignored Wang Zhenqiu's question and instead pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.

The eyes behind the glasses were emitting an eerie red light, staring intently at Zhang Taichu not far away.

"Ball, don't move."

Xiao Zizai's voice was somewhat hoarse, sounding as if he had a mouthful of sand in his throat:

"This dish... is too tough."

"Let me try it first."

As he spoke, Xiao Zizai slowly released Wang Zhenqiu and took a step forward.

call--

A strong, nauseating stench of blood suddenly erupted from Xiao Zizai's body.

That wasn't the real smell of blood, but rather the scent of killing intent.

Pure, undisguised, murderous intent born of the desire to kill.

As a disciple of Master Jiekong, Xiao Zizai is a pervert.

He was bloodthirsty and needed to quell his inner turmoil through killing. But he also had his own bottom line: he only killed those who deserved to die and only ate the wicked.

And this moment.

In his perception, the young Taoist priest sitting in the armchair in front of him exuded an ultimate deliciousness.

That's the scent of the strong.

It's that kind of arrogance that comes from standing at the top of the food chain and looking down on all living beings.

"Glug."

Xiao Zizai's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

He felt every cell in his body cheering, jumping for joy, and screaming wildly to tear the person in front of him to pieces.

"It's been so long... since I've encountered such exquisite ingredients."

Xiao Zizai's mouth stretched uncontrollably to his ears, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

He raised his hand, and in his palm, golden Buddhist light and red killing intent intertwined and swirled—his ultimate technique, the Great Compassion Hand.

step.

Two steps.

Xiao Zizai walked very slowly, and with each step, the ground beneath his feet would crack with fine, spiderweb-like lines.

He is gathering his strength.

He was adjusting his form, trying to elevate this strike to its peak.

ten meters.

five meters.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

The Taoist priest still had his back to him, slowly sipping his tea, seemingly oblivious to the approaching Grim Reaper behind him.

"Now!"

Xiao Zizai's eyes blazed red, and he suddenly raised his right palm, ready to strike.

In that very instant.

The Taoist priest, who had been facing away from him, suddenly put down his teacup and slowly turned his head.

Zhang Taichu did not make any ferocious expression, nor did he unleash any earth-shattering aura.

He merely glanced at Xiao Zizai indifferently.

Om-! ! !

Xiao Zizai's mind went completely blank for a moment.

The world has changed in his eyes.

The Taoist priest in front of them disappeared.

Instead, there is a sea.

A boundless, bottomless mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood formed from pooled blood!

In this sea of ​​blood, a towering demon god sat cross-legged. The demon god's body was taller than a mountain, and his body was surrounded by terrifying baleful energy that could change the color of heaven and earth.

Xiao Zizai's so-called killing intent, which he was so proud of, was like a faint candle flame in front of the blazing sun in front of this demon god.

Insignificant.

ridiculous.

humble.

"This is... your murderous intent?"

The voice exploded in Xiao Zizai's mind, carrying a hint of nonchalant mockery:

"It's too bland."

"You're not even worthy to carry my shoes..."

Pfft!

Xiao Zizai's knees buckled, and he uncontrollably knelt down on the ground.

"Huff... huff... huff..."

He was panting heavily, his clothes soaked with cold sweat in an instant, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

His eyes, which had originally gleamed with a bloodthirsty red light, were now dilated, filled only with endless fear.

That was a tremor stemming from biological instinct.

That's the despair etched into our genes when we encounter our natural enemy.

"Brother Xiao?!"

Wang Zhenqiu and Hei Guan, who were behind them, were dumbfounded.

They had no idea what had happened.

From their perspective, Xiao Zizai was perfectly fine just now, charging forward with overwhelming momentum, but the other person only glanced back at him, and he immediately knelt down?

This is way too exaggerated!

Even when you're trying to stage an accident, you don't do it like this!

"Brother Xiao, are you alright?"

Wang Zhenqiu tried to rush over to help him.

"No...don't come any closer!!!"

Xiao Zizai turned around abruptly and let out a shrill roar.

His face was contorted beyond recognition, and snot and tears streamed down his face. There was no trace of his previous composure and perverted demeanor.

He stretched out a trembling hand and gripped the ground tightly, oblivious to the fact that his fingernails broke and bled.

"Retreat...retreat quickly..."

"I'll die..."

"I really... will die..."

Xiao Zizai's lips trembled, and his teeth chattered:

"He...he's not human..."

"He is a demon..."

"He is a true demon!!!"

The entire audience was shocked.

Wang Zhenqiu abruptly pulled his foot back, his expression incredibly complex.

He and Xiao Zizai had been partners for so long, and he had only ever seen this madman scare people to death. When had he ever seen this madman be scared like this?

What exactly did this Taoist priest do?

Even psychological attacks were ineffective; he simply used his gaze to terrify a ruthless killer to the point of collapse.

The bathroom doorway.

Zhang Taichu withdrew his gaze, somewhat bored.

He picked up his teacup again, gently blew on the floating tea leaves, and spoke in a languid tone:

"I thought it would be a tough nut to crack."

"I didn't expect him to be such a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

"Boring."

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the tightly closed bathroom door, frowned, and tapped his fingers lightly on the handrail:

"Feed".

"Inside."

"Did you fall into a pit?"

"If you don't come out soon, I'll have to go in and get them out."

The voice just fell.

Click.

The bathroom door lock clicked.

Then, the door, which had been kicked in half, slowly opened.

Everyone's eyes instinctively shifted over there.

then.

Even Xiao Zizai, who was still trembling at this moment, couldn't help but catch his breath.

A cloud of white steam billowed out of the bathroom.

A petite figure emerged barefoot, stepping through the misty water.

Chen Duo was wearing the SpongeBob SquarePants T-shirt that Zhang Taichu had casually tossed into the room.

The T-shirt was way too big, hanging loosely on her body, with the neckline askew to one side, revealing a section of her fair and delicate collarbone.

The hemline reached all the way down to her knees, covering most of her legs and only revealing two sections of her calves that were as pink and tender as lotus roots.

Her long, dark green hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

The terrifying gas cover was gone.

Gone are the dowdy work clothes of Na Du Tong.

At this moment, Chen Duo looks like a girl next door who has just woken up and is still a little dazed.

Her skin had a faint pinkish hue from being soaked in hot water, and her once empty eyes now held a hint of bewilderment and helplessness.

nice.

This is an ultimate, pure, and non-aggressive beauty.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who could connect this seemingly harmless girl with the fearsome Gu-body Saint Child?

"Gulp..."

Zhang Chulan swallowed hard and muttered in a low voice:

"Old Wang...this...this is Chen Duo?"

"This contrast is just too adorable!"

Wang Ye was also stunned, forgetting to even turn the compass in his hand:

"Amitabha... this is what this girl looks like after she's washed up?"

Even Old Meng, who was not far away, stared wide-eyed, his eyes instantly turning red, his lips trembling as if he wanted to shout something, but he dared not utter a sound.

An eerie silence fell over the courtyard.

Until a very untimely voice rang out.

"Tsk."

Zhang Taichu sat in the chair, looked Chen Duo up and down, and frowned even more.

He reached out and put down the teacup, pointing with a look of disdain to Chen Duo's still dripping hair:

"Are you a pig?"

"You came out with your hair completely dry?"

"Water is everywhere; people who don't know the situation might think my house is leaking."

Chen Duo stood there, stunned.

She looked at her dripping hair and then at Zhang Taichu's disgusted expression.

She opened her mouth, as if wanting to explain something, but her long-term seclusion left her completely at a loss for words.

At last.

She simply lowered her head, her hands nervously clutching the hem of the oversized T-shirt, like a schoolchild who had done something wrong, and whispered a sentence:

"I...I won't."

puff.

Zhang Chulan, who was in the distance, almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

will not?

As an ultimate weapon capable of destroying a city, you're telling me you don't know how to dry your hair?

Who the hell would believe that?!

But Zhang Taichu believed it.

Or rather, he simply doesn't care whether he believes it or not.

"trouble."

Zhang Taichu rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

then.

To everyone's astonishment.

This great demon, who had just terrified Xiao Zizai to his knees with a mere glance and crushed Biyou Village with a single stomp, actually stood up and casually grabbed a towel from the side.

He walked up to Chen Duo and put the towel over her head.

Then, through the towel, two large hands began to frantically rub her head.

That was real kneading.

There was no gentleness whatsoever; it was like scrubbing a mud ball in a public bathhouse.

Chen Duo was rubbed until she was tilted to one side, her head shaking like a rattle drum, and her long, dark green hair instantly turned into a bird's nest.

"Hold on tight!"

Zhang Taichu scolded as he rubbed:

"This adult still needs someone to serve them when they dry their hair."

"Don't say you know me when you go out in the future, it's embarrassing."

Chen Duo tried her best to steady herself, letting the man knead her head like dough.

Although the movements were very rough.

Although the tone was fierce.

but……

Through the thick towel, she could feel the warmth from those hands.

It's hot.

Very stable.

The heat spread from her scalp throughout her body, inexplicably putting her previously anxious heart at ease.