If Mo San's collision bell is still there, give it to Huaying, and use it against the disease of Gobi. It's too simple.
Now that the collision bell is gone, with Old Gong, we can still reduce most of the risks!
After all, even now, Old Gong can rip off a chunk of arm when facing Wei Youming.
And Old Gong is naturally prone to liking the color, so he will definitely work harder with Huaying.
"Huaying immediately shook her head in refusal. "It's not possible."
"Your trump cards are limited, and Old Gong can be very useful," she said, her face taut. "This matter cannot be negotiated. I won't be in danger."
"Old Gong has the power of Yin-Yang ghost, which he gained by eating the Yin-Yang master. Ma San is the Yin-Yang master," I frowned, and explained again.
Huaying shook her head again, showing a face full of no room for negotiation.
"Wei Youming is not a ordinary ghost. He might be one of the Twenty-Eight Hell Prisoners, even possibly from that psychiatric hospital, which could be Class A. If it's Class A, there are many accompanying ghosts inside. Ma San is indeed formidable, but if you're competing with the Supervision Daoist Sect for time, I don't know what kind of existence Mingjing True Man is."
"You need to let Uncle Tang make the decision; he knows everything. You have to ensure that it's sufficiently safe."
Huaying looked at Tang Quan.
"Do you agree, Uncle Tang?"
Tang Quan looked slightly unnatural.
"Are you going to follow my decision?" he asked tentatively.
"Listen. I'm also listening."
Before I could speak, Huaying nodded decisively.
"Alright... Then you should still bring Old Gong."
Tang Quan's words immediately left Huaying speechless.
"Master Tang's strength, I can trust. If you bring this old Gong, he will be even more at ease, and the matter will be much safer." Tang Quan spoke sincerely and had complete trust in me.
Huaying clenched her fists, stamped her foot slightly, furrowed her brows, and wanted to say something again.
I let out a slight sigh of relief, and my mindset relaxed a bit.
"One can't go back on one's word. Take Old Gong with you, and move as quickly as possible to free Yu Xiao from her predicament. Perhaps she can help me sooner." I said gravely again.
After all, Yu Xiao has told me that if anything happens, she should call Xiu Xiu.
But she was possessed by the disease of Gobi, and now even if I call out to her, it won't be effective.
Huaying pursed her lips and finally fell silent.
I pushed the night pot a little closer, and then she took it from my hand.
"There's still a while before the sky turns dark, Uncle Tang. Please prepare something for Huaying to eat and rest. You should keep an eye on the mountain's movements and notify me immediately. I'll go find Ma San."
I immediately instructed Tang Quan.
Tang Quan hummed and nodded repeatedly. He then returned the key I had given him to me.
Huaying muttered something quietly, and I roughly understood what she said. She was saying that she hadn't realized before that I was not only a male chauvinist but also stubborn.
I kept my face unchanged, as if I hadn't heard her, turned around, and left the small courtyard outside in a hurry.
Walking to a slightly farther section away from the city mountain, I hailed a taxi.
Although my relationship with the Supervision Daoist Sect is still acceptable, and Han Zaozi owes me a favor, I couldn't be too conspicuous. If people from Wenzig Mountain didn't like me, it would cause additional trouble.
Soon, I hailed a taxi and headed straight to the commercial street where Mingfang was located. Upon arriving, I quickly made my way to Ma You San's residence.
At this time, the sky was just beginning to brighten, and it was unlikely that Ma San would have gone to open his shop.
I walked down the half-basement stairs at the entrance and used the key to unlock the door, entering the living room filled with coffins.
I immediately spotted Ma San, who was standing in front of a coffin, whispering to himself.
The next moment, he turned around, his eyes showing a mix of surprise and joy.
"Hehe, as soon as I woke up today, I felt a twitch in my eyelids, indicating that good fortune has come, and Xian Sheng's friend is here."
"It seems that it's not the day to sell Sun Zhuo, or perhaps the day to sell my master?"
I: "…"
"Oh, why aren't you saying anything, Xian Sheng's friend?"
"You're very accurate." I barely moved my eyelids and said unnaturally.
Ma San's face lit up with excitement.
"The Supervision Daoist Sect has invited people from Wenzig Mountain. They will certainly prioritize freeing Sun Zhuo. However, if they protect Sun Zhuo, it would mean he is in the safest place. It's better to sell him to you first," I said honestly.
It's meaningless to deceive a master like Ma San.
Ma San nodded repeatedly and smiled, saying, "You're quite accurate. Some people just for the sake of face and conscience, can be discarded. Oh, they call it what they say, the Tao that can't be named, the extremely Tao. You'll come to understand that in the future."
Then Ma San slightly lowered his head, and he moved his fingers twice, his eyes brightening slightly.
"Today is indeed a lucky day for business."
With that said, Ma San made a gesture inviting me to come along, even without asking many details, and asked me to lead the way to find Sun Zhuo.
I took a deep breath, and slightly straightened my thoughts. I still emphasized to Ma San the importance of Wei Youming's strength.
Ma San waved his hand and then said, "If you're interested in him, I'll catch him for you. I remember one thing: the Yin-Yang Master is looking for a Class A grade Ghost Prisoner, offering a batch of good medicinal herbs in exchange."
"Click, click. You can use the sale of Sun Zhuo to trade for the Class A Ghost Prisoner,"
My pupils contracted slightly.
Ma San, what kind of confidence do you have like that?
As for the value of Wei Youming... It is indeed high.
But comparing it to something Ma San would handle is really difficult...
If we get down to specifics, I actually need Ma San to handle things more.
This is a card.
"Unnecessary." With my thoughts settled, I answered decisively.
Ma San shook his fan and no longer spoke, walking towards the door.
"It's getting dark; walking slowly can make you easy prey for the Taoists. Follow me, Old Mao, and first you must learn what it means to be swift and decisive!"
Ma San's demeanor and tone were light, yet the rules were incredibly strict.
He just brushed past me.
I was about to turn and leave with him.
Suddenly, Ma San made a light "hmm" sound, stopping in front of me and leaning slightly closer, sniffing me twice.
Suddenly, Ma San's eyes widened, and he grabbed my clothes with his hands and sniffed me again forcefully.
Then Ma San frowned, showing slight disdain on his face.
"A smell of alcohol and a woman's scent. Xian Sheng's friend, Old Mao isn't saying something you won't like," Ma San said.
"Young man, if alcohol and women take over your life, once you lose your vitality, it's something that can't be regained in a lifetime."
"Also, if you lose your chastity, you won't be valuable."
My face turned unaturally.
I wanted to say that it would be better if I wasn't valuable, but I couldn't say it because Ma San was currently helping me.
I still had to consider some things.
Therefore, I reluctantly said "thank you."
However, Ma San still didn't let go of my clothes.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly looking at my eyes.
He murmured softly to himself, and I seemed to understand but also didn't quite grasp what he was saying.
And in the next second, Ma San's hand was actually reaching towards my eyeballs!
A shiver ran down my spine, and instinctively, I wanted to retreat.
Ma San's hand that was grabbing my clothes suddenly tightened, and I couldn't step back.
His hand, as if pressing on my eye sockets, felt like it was trying to pry them out!
The pain made me emit a muffled groan!
"The pain, endure it. Xian Sheng's friend, you are becoming more and more of a worry to others every day!" Ma San looked extraordinarily alert and cautious.
