One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Before Zhang Chulan could even complain, Ma Xianhong on the other side suddenly let out a painful roar!

"what!!!"

"No! The new section is correct! The body-cultivating furnace is correct!"

"It was you! You were lying to me!!!"

boom!

Ma Xianhong's internal energy went completely berserk!

The surrounding tables and chairs were tossed about by the violent airflow.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his veins were twisting and bulging under his skin. He looked like he was about to explode and die!

"Holy crap! It's going to explode!!"

Zhang Chulan was terrified, and his body instantly lit up with golden light as he tried to rush forward and forcefully suppress Ma Xianhong's Qi.

But he knew in his heart that if external forces forcibly intervened in something like going astray in cultivation, it would be very easy to suffer a backlash.

They could both be seriously injured!

"Old Ma! Wake up! Stop being so stupid!!" Zhang Chulan was so anxious he was jumping up and down.

Just when Zhang Chulan was extremely anxious.

"Clap."

Feng Baobao put down the red pen in her hand.

She slowly stood up, reached into her skirt, and pulled out a shovel with remarkable smoothness.

"Sister Bao'er?! What are you doing?!" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise.

"Zhang Chulan, move aside, you're blocking my way."

Feng Baobao, carrying a shovel, walked expressionlessly to the agitated Ma Xianhong.

“I know him very well.”

Feng Baobao solemnly explained:

"The old TV in Xu Si's house used to freeze up whenever the news came on, and the screen would be full of static."

Xu Si said, "This is called a brain freeze."

"Don't panic in this situation, and there's no need to fix it..."

Feng Baobao picked up the shovel, weighed its weight in her hand, and found the right angle:

"Just two taps will do."

Before he could finish speaking...

"boom!!!"

A deafening thud!

Feng Baobao swung her arm and slapped Ma Xianhong hard on the back of the head!

Ma Xianhong's furious roar came to an abrupt halt.

The raging Qi around him instantly subsided.

He rolled his eyes upwards, revealing the whites of his eyes.

"boom!"

The second attack followed immediately, a precise finishing blow.

"Uh……"

Ma Xianhong didn't even utter a sound. His head lolled to the side, and he slumped onto the interrogation chair like a lump of mud.

The world is quiet now.

"..."

Zhang Chulan remained frozen in place, still in his forward-leaning posture, forgetting to even retract the Golden Light Spell.

He looked at Feng Baobao, who was holding a shovel and looked "fixed".

Looking at Ma Xianhong rolling his eyes, he looked like he was about to explode.

"Holy crap!!!"

"Bao'er! You killed him!!!"

Zhang Chulan was terrified and rushed over with a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

He scooped Ma Xianhong up in one swift motion, his fingers trembling as he reached under Ma Xianhong's nose.

"He's not dead...he's still breathing!"

Zhang Chulan let out a long breath and quickly stretched out his thumb to pinch Ma Xianhong's philtrum tightly.

While pinching him, she prayed in her heart: Old Ma, please hold on! If you become a vegetable, Qu Tong's connection will be completely severed!

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

About a minute later, Ma Xianhong finally let out a violent cough.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze still somewhat unfocused, and he even felt a large bump on the back of his head, which was throbbing with pain.

But the amazing thing is...

The energy within him that had been running rampant due to his obsession had actually calmed down!

It was smashed apart by these two shovels in an extremely rough manner.

"I...I'm..."

Ma Xianhong covered the back of his head, gasped, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"Phew... He's alive! He scared his dad to death!"

Zhang Chulan let out a long breath, plopped down on the ground, and wiped away his cold sweat.

Then, he realized that this was the moment when Ma Xianhong's psychological defenses were most vulnerable and that he was also the most clear-headed.

Zhang Chulan immediately put on a caring older brother expression, pulled up a chair and sat opposite Ma Xianhong.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and handed it to Ma Xianhong.

"Old Ma, have a smoke to calm your nerves."

Ma Xianhong didn't take the cigarette, but just shook his head bitterly: "Zhang Chulan, you don't need to pity me. Right now... I'm just a joke."

"A joke? Who said you're a joke?"

Zhang Chulan lit his cigarette and took a deep drag.

His tone became extremely sincere, even bordering on cloyingly heartfelt:

"Old Ma, let's be frank."

"You went through all that trouble to create Biyou Village, what was the point? Wasn't it just to find a sense of belonging and avoid being used as a pawn?"

"And what was the result? The family you thought you were family treated you like a tool, and the ideals you thought you had become a brainwashing assembly line."

Are you tired?

Ma Xianhong fell silent, a hint of undisguised pain flashing in his eyes.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhang Chulan leaned forward and patted Ma Xianhong's knee:

"Old Ma, take my advice, change your boss!"

What do you think of my second advisor?

Ma Xianhong was taken aback: "Master Tian Shu?"

"Yup!"

Zhang Chulan slapped his thigh and began his passionate, pyramid-scheme-like speech:

"Look at my second master, not to mention his extraordinary strength, the key is that he lives an authentic life!"

"They don't resort to any underhanded tactics. If they don't like someone, they'll just strike them with lightning; if they like someone, they'll simply take them on as their first disciple!"

"Look at Chen Duo, what kind of life did she live before? And now? She's living the high life with my advisor!"

Zhang Chulan leaned closer, lowered his voice, and offered the ultimate temptation:

"Old Ma, follow Master Tian, ​​and you'll eat nine meals a day! Every meal will be different!"

"Your skillful hands, which are a threat to others, are just those of a top-notch craftsman in my master's eyes!"

"Just nod your head, and I guarantee my advisor can get you out of this dark, gloomy basement and let you walk openly in the sunlight!"

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's highly inflammatory words, a hint of hesitation flashed in Ma Xianhong's previously lifeless eyes.

Yes, that man... that domineering attitude that disregards all rules does give people a strange sense of security.

Seeing that Ma Xianhong hesitated, Zhang Chulan immediately played his last emotional card.

He grabbed Ma Xianhong's hand, his eyes filled with sincerity, his eyes even reddening:

"Old Ma! Think about it again!"

"Your great-grandfather Ma Benzai and my grandfather Zhang Huaiyi were sworn brothers who risked their lives together among the Thirty-Six Thieves!"

"In terms of seniority, our relationship is that of uncle and nephew, who are not related by marriage!"

"Although I, Zhang Chulan, may be a bit shameless in some ways, I might cheat outsiders, but would I cheat my own nephew like you?!"

"A half-uncle and half-nephew?"

Ma Xianhong was so shocked by this extremely explosive title that he was completely stunned, and the bump on the back of his head seemed to hurt even more.

But looking at Zhang Chulan's sincere face, he actually felt... that what this kid said seemed to make a little bit of sense?

"Alright, I won't pressure you."

Zhang Chulan, knowing when to stop, stood up and patted Ma Xianhong on the shoulder:

"You just got two... cough, you just got a shock, your brain needs to work a bit more."