Yu Xiaogang, Better Off Dead

"Is anyone there, Uncle?"

Pig-headed Yu Xiaogang shouted at the top of his lungs, his words slurred.

The owner of the footsteps paused slightly at the sound, but soon he heard them drawing closer and closer.

Joy rose in his heart. It seemed there were still good people in Spirit City.

He gently rubbed his cheeks twice and tried his best to force a smile.

The next second, as a massive black shadow obscured his slight body, the sickening smile on his face froze.

The person before him was at least two meters tall, with a thick beard covering his face and long hair hanging loose, concealing part of her features.

To Yu Xiaogang, she looked exactly like an evil ghost. Soon, this evil ghost opened her mouth, revealing a mouthful of large yellow teeth.

"Oho, what a handsome young gentleman."

"Are you injured? This humble lady is quite skilled at treating wounds."

"No, no, no!"

Yu Xiaogang stared at her in terror, reaching out in an attempt to stop her, but against her burly frame, his efforts were utterly futile.

"Luo Sanpao, save me!!"

"Luo luo!!"

In his terror, he could no longer care about anything else and directly summoned his martial soul, Luo Sanpao.

Seeing the strange-looking Luo Sanpao, the person stopped what she was doing.

"Oho, I've never seen this type of martial soul before. That means you should come home with me even more."

"Come on. After we get back, I'll show you something exciting."

The next second, she reached out and grabbed Luo Sanpao by the ears as if picking up a chick, casually knocking the martial soul unconscious.

Her other hand did not remain idle either. She directly grabbed Yu Xiaogang by the collar, completely unconcerned about the injury to his leg.

Carrying one