Ghost Gate Pass

What kind of lunatics were these?

Liu Xiaolou was speechless to the extreme. He wanted to flare up, but after recalling their brief clash just now, he ultimately chose to let the matter rest.

Forget it. He had come seeking medical advice in the first place; what would be the point of offending people once he had reached their doorstep? So be it if he suffered a little loss—he would just treat them as lunatics.

Still, what Daoist arts were those phantom forms cultivated by the two of them? They had truly opened his eyes.

Stone Ghost Peak had a mountain-protecting grand formation; even with Liu Xiao... "Over there." A dense, pungent stench of blood drifted over from the distant horizon to the left-front. He hurriedly covered his nose and mouth, his brows tightly furrowed. The smell made him faintly nauseous and deeply uncomfortable. Without time for further thought, he immediately locked onto the direction and shot forward as a blurred afterimage, pushing his movement technique to its limit.

Lu Tianchong had a head of red hair that set each other off against the surrounding apricot blossoms. Short and fat, he rolled over like a ball.

Wu Xin frowned as well and let out a faint sigh, looking at the lovesick man suffering unbearably beneath the weak firelight. He looked so fragile, nothing like the imposing and domineering figure he had been during the day.

What was a loafer? Before the household contract responsibility system, they were people who did not take part in collective labor, spent all day stealing chickens and dogs to take petty advantages, and cheated and swindled outsiders and fellow villagers alike. In short, they did no proper work and committed every kind of evil.

Just as the laser cannon was about to strike, a defensive