The Japanese-fear sorcerer who started by taking in Tomie

Chapter 87 The Resilient Valon

"Oh dear, Chenglong, I've already said the shield isn't important. What's important is the magic power on it. What's the use of bringing back a shield if the magic power is gone?"

The old woman let out a strange cry and smacked Chenglong's head with her knuckles without any hesitation, making a crisp sound.

Chenglong covered her forehead, looking aggrieved, and said, "Mom, I didn't explain it clearly either, did I?"

"Hey, Chenglong, you've got some nerve, haven't you? Daring to talk back to me!"

The old woman raised her eyebrows and swiftly assumed a one-legged stance, her movements so agile they were unlike those of an old lady.

"You want to mess with me?"

"I was wrong, I was wrong, damn it!"

Chenglong instantly curled up into a ball, covering her head with her hands; her practiced movements were heartbreaking.

"That won't do! Today I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget—what it means to respect your teacher!"

"Chenglong, you stop right there!"

My mother is incredibly agile, as if she were possessed by a monkey. She moves so fast that Chenglong didn't even have time to react before her ear was grabbed.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch—"

"Have you learned your lesson? And another thing—you didn't add sugar to my coffee this morning. Do you know that this old woman relies on that to keep her going? And another thing—"

"Mom, I was wrong, I was wrong, please stop talking, please stop talking—"

Meanwhile, on the top floor of a luxurious building, a dragon statue perched atop a high platform was glaring with a scarlet light.

Those eyes seemed to pierce through people's hearts, glaring down at the five trembling people below.

"Useless! Useless! You are all useless!"

The Holy Lord roared furiously, his voice so loud that the entire rooftop seemed to tremble slightly.

"We didn't get the chicken talisman back, and we lost the ox talisman too!"

Lasu, Zhou, and Afen stood behind, cold sweat streaming down their foreheads, barely daring to breathe. Tru, on the other hand, lay on a stretcher, his body charred black, smoke still rising from his mouth and occasionally escaping.

Valon stood at the very edge, arms crossed, his face grim.

"Shut up, Holy Lord."

Valon spoke coldly.

"My men were so badly injured because of your talisman. You saw that guy who suddenly appeared; he can use talismans and even generate electricity. How could we possibly handle him?"

"Besides, didn't you say nobody knows about talismans anymore?!"

"Shut up! A piece of trash is a piece of trash, stop making excuses! He has my chicken talisman, but you all have my ox talismans!"

The statue of God turned its head and glared at Valon.

"You're the one who should shut up, Holy Lord! You've never given us the Golden Rooster King's treasure!"

Valon suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with malice.

"Without us running errands for you, you're nothing! You're just a pile of immovable, broken stones!"

"Boss is so cool, I'm so touched." Rasu rubbed his reddened eyes vigorously.

He lowered his voice and said to the two people next to him, "Our boss is usually so cold, but I never expected him to actually stand up to that weird rock for us today—I'm so touched."

The Holy Lord's dragon eyes narrowed.

In that instant, the air in the room suddenly froze, and countless red-eyed ninjas with green skin silently emerged from the depths of the shadows, quietly surrounding the five people in the center.

Valon was not to be outdone. He snorted and slammed his cane heavily on the ground, producing a dull thud.

Valon stood there, head held high, staring directly at Shendu.

"It seems you've forgotten who's working for you."

Valon spoke coldly, enunciating each word clearly.

After a moment of calm, the black-clad ninjas who had emerged from the shadows retreated silently back into the darkness like a tide.

In the end, it was the Holy Lord who gave in first.

The Holy Lord also knew that, frankly, he was nothing more than a stone now, and without Valmont's Mafia's help, he would never be able to be resurrected in this lifetime.

Although extremely unwilling.

But the Holy Lord also understood the principle that if you want a horse to run, you must first give it grass.

A ninja in black emerged from the shadows, carrying a whole chest of gold and silver treasures in his hands. The dazzling luster was extremely blinding, but Valon still endured the pain and stared intently at the chest of treasures.

The three mafia members stared intently at the chest of treasure, with Zhou excitedly shouting, "Great! We've finally seen money!"

"Take it. This is just a tiny fraction of the Golden Rooster King's treasure. After I'm resurrected, it will all be yours."

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The Holy Lord is still there, tempting Valon.

Valon snorted and gestured for Afen to go up and take the box.

Having served the Holy Lord for so many years, he knew exactly what kind of person the Holy Lord was.

If it weren't for the fact that our group had put on a show of shirking responsibility today, intimidating this miser, the Holy Lord wouldn't have been willing to spit out even a single penny.

"We need to discuss this matter further regarding the person who suddenly appeared," the Holy Lord said coldly.

"I understand, Holy Lord. I will send someone to investigate his background," Valon said with a slight nod.

"In that case, let's not disturb His Majesty's rest any longer, let's go."

After saying that, Valon waved his hand, signaling his men to stop working.

Ah Fen carefully held the box of gold and silver treasures, unable to suppress the smile on his face.

Believe me, if you were holding a huge chest of gold and silver treasures, you would be grinning from ear to ear, even if it wasn't yours.

Zhou and Lasu walked to the front and back of the stretcher respectively, and together they lifted Tru.

As soon as Zhou lifted the stretcher, he was pressed down and fell straight down, gritting his teeth and shouting.

"Oh dear, Tru, you really need to lose some weight!"

"Yes, it's as heavy as an elephant!" Rasu chimed in from the side.

"Hurry up!" Valon frowned and whispered a reprimand to the two.

The two men immediately bowed and scraped, and with a strength they seemed to have drawn from nowhere, quickly lifted Tru out.

"Click."

The lights were off, and the entire top floor fell into silence.

The Holy Lord remained alone on the high platform. In the darkness, his scarlet eyes darted around from time to time, as if he were deep in thought.

Most of the grooves around the base of the statue, where runes were inlaid, were empty, but in the darkness, three places could still be identified where runes were still embedded.

The piercingly bright pig talisman, the invisible snake talisman, and the ever-changing monkey talisman.

The Holy Lord murmured to himself.

"Is this the Eternal Source Light Savior from Suffering and Calamity Heavenly Venerable?"

He did not tell Valon that Tru was imbued with a special aura.

This aura was completely unfamiliar to Him, yet it possessed a chilling familiarity, as if He had seen it before.

But his mind was a complete blank, and he couldn't remember anything no matter what he did. The wear and tear on his wisdom from "Hell" was too deep, and the Holy Lord eventually gave up trying to think.

However, He had already sensed the activity of the dark energy, and the Holy Lord had a premonition that his resurrection was imminent!

"Heh heh, my dear brothers and sisters, just wait—the age of demons is about to return—heh heh heh."