The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

"West Wind, why have five idiots been following us since the beginning?"

Ghost Brother was killing level 30 monsters while leveling up his newly created level 24 clone.

"Ignore them. If they dare to make a move, let them know a poem."

"What?"

"Why must one's bones be buried in one's hometown? Green hills are everywhere in life."

As he spoke, he grabbed the head of a summoned undead creature, twisted it off as a threat, and then put the head back on.

"Westwind, should you keep a few more summoned creatures? Just in case they make a move, we can fight back."

"No need. The more summons I control, the more tired I get, and the more mana I consume. Leveling up should be as easy as possible. Otherwise, who can stand being in the wild for days on end?"

"As expected of one of the early-born brothers, they're very experienced."

"Of course. Also, don't be stingy with your mana. Use fewer basic attacks and more skills. That's how you improve your proficiency."

Don't be like that old thief. Even though he doesn't leave the city, he's always casting spells at thin air. Otherwise, his skills would never level up.

The two bandits chatted and fought leisurely.

Behind the two, the man with the rooster-like haircut was still cautious and said to the man with the rat-like haircut, "You go first and tell them you're going to take their lives."

The mouse pointed at itself, "Huh? Me??"

"Idiot, this is called luring the snake out of its hole! Bandits often operate in groups. Although it looks like they're leveling up, who knows what they're up to again? Go out and make your presence known. If there are any other bandits nearby, they'll definitely show themselves!"

"Big brother is tall!"

Mouse Hu pulled out his dagger and stealthily reached for it.

A skeleton soldier carrying a tattered shield and a long sword approached Ghost Brother, making some "click-clack" sounds with his skull.

Upon hearing this, Brother Gui stopped what he was doing and said, "They've made their move."

Eight looked at Ghost Brother, then at the skeleton, utterly astonished.

"We only saw one person. The others are probably flanking us from other directions. They're all around level 30. We can't handle them."

"I should have kept more summoned creatures after all."

"No, the brothers have been bored from fighting monsters all this time, and the old thief is also going stir-crazy at home. He really wants to come out and have some fun. Since these five people have delivered themselves to our doorstep, we can't let them go to waste."

After a while.

Ghost Brother and Eight continued sweeping away monsters, pretending to be leveling up, when Rat Hu suddenly jumped out from behind a slope.

"Halt! Bandits! Today I will act on behalf of Heaven and wipe you out!!"

Ghost Brother covered his head with his mask, pretending to be frightened.

"Oh no! Level 36! That's a really high level! Hachijo! Run!"

Eight is a marksman class.

He raised his bow and arrow and shot an arrow at a small hill in the distance.

After the arrow was inserted, the tail of the arrow trailed a long, glowing thread, pulling the eight arrows directly over.

Seeing this, Mouse Hu's confidence soared.

They're just ordinary bandits, not the kind who can instantly kill world bosses. I can handle them all by myself!

"Prepare to die, slide tackle!"

As soon as he fell, Hu the Rat slid down the slope and stabbed Ghost Brother with a dagger.

Ghost Brother commanded a summoned creature to rush over and block his way.

"Pfft!"

"Splash..."

The skeleton soldier was instantly killed, disintegrating on the spot into a pile of broken bones.

"I'll stab you again!"

Mouse Hu activated his second skill.

Ghost Brother pulled over another summoned creature and placed it in front of him.

"Splash..."

Another one has fallen apart.

"I'll stab you again!"

"I'll block it again!"

"I'll stab you again!"

"I'll block it again!"

"Damn it! Are you even a man? Fight me one-on-one! What kind of skill is it to always use summoned creatures as shields?!"

"Are you an idiot?! I summon sequences, what else would I use besides summoned creatures, your pig brain?"

"You bastard! How dare you insult me?"

Ghost Brother suddenly stopped moving and looked at Rat Hu with a grin.

"What are you laughing at?"

Ghost Brother didn't speak, but pointed behind Rat Hu.

"Ha, a child's trick. You think I'd fall for it, glance back, and give you a chance to ambush me?"

suddenly.

Mouse Hu noticed that the sound of a speaker was coming from behind him.

"Haha! I'm afraid you might come, but you won't be able to leave!!"

The jerky drumbeats, combined with the sounds of Chinese instruments, evoke a sense of the bizarre and absurd.

Then came a short, playful piece of music, with a touch of mockery.

Then, a series of deliberately hoarse voices began to sing behind Mouse Beard.

"Hey! Paying respects at the mountain peak at night~ Whose hand is that, arm in arm~ If you're feeling bold, just follow them~~"

"If you're going to do something, do it all the time!"

"Hey! Paying respects at the mountain peak at night~ uttering incoherent nonsense~ keeping joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness firmly in one's heart~~"

"Forget emotions, forget principles, forget history!"

The mouse turned its head and looked back, its jaw dropping to its instep in surprise.

Every time a lyric plays, several people wearing mahjong-patterned headgear and Taoist robes of various colors will emerge from behind the earthen mounds.

Bandits!

Much!

They appeared as they sang, keeping time with the music, and gradually approached.

Those mahjong tile patterns now seemed like death warrants to Laoshuhu.

His heart raced, his legs went numb, and he collapsed to the ground.

Even though no one laid a hand on him, he was so terrified that he lost control of his bladder and bowels and immediately kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Spare me... spare my life! I... I was just joking. I actually really admire you!"

Ghost Brother kicked him from behind.

"What's all the noise about? The song isn't finished yet."

After Ba Tiao used his skill to leave, Song Gua switched positions with him.

The area is full of hills and slopes, so I just found a depression and released my clone without anyone noticing.

Two hundred clones came this time.

They surrounded the rat.

They held hands and danced in circles around him, singing the Song of the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion.

The host was carrying a speaker on the outside, shaking his head and acting like a madman.

far away.

Hearing such a loud commotion, the rooster-headed creature didn't even want to peek out; its hands started trembling.

"Heh, heh heh... I, what did I say? Sure enough, there was an ambush, wasn't there? Look, how many people are on the other side?"

"It should be two hundred."

"Great, they now have two hundred and five people."

"ah??"

"surrender."

"These lunatics are singing and dancing there, let's take this opportunity to run away."

The man with the rooster-like haircut looked at him like he was an idiot.

"You can give it a try."

A few minutes later.

The song ended.

"Haha! I'm afraid you may be able to come, but not be able to leave!"

They sang it again.

Mouse Hu was surrounded by bandits, looking utterly dejected.

After the song was sung three times, Song Gua, wearing a dice headgear, appeared.

"Stop playing around, it's time to get down to business. Go and bring the rest of you here."

Ten minutes later.

Five people, their faces bruised and swollen, lay on the ground, pinned down by Monkey King's enlarged golden cudgel.

Song Gua took a chair out of his backpack and sat down.

"Speak, who sent you?"

"The Zhao family..."

I guessed it.

"Who are you? What are your names?"

"My name is Lu Hao, and I am a staff member of the Zhao family."

"What orders did the Zhao family give you?"

"Shoot any bandits you see without mercy. A real bandit's head is worth a million."

"Oh? I have a bold idea..."

The clones moved in unison, one hand covering their groin, the other outstretched and swaying from side to side in front of them, saying, "No, you don't want to."