When Lu Chengwen's bucket tipped over, the wire hook on its rim caught in the inward groove along the rim of Zhao Ritian's bucket.
Zhao Ritian was immediately yanked sideways.
He was standing at the highest point of the roof ridge. Once his body tilted, there were roof tiles below him. In a flash of inspiration, his instincts kicked in, swift as lightning... In an instant, he flung away his bucket with the carrying pole and used the hook that had been meant for the bucket handle to snag Long Aotian by the collar.
Worthy of being the Fishing Old Man's disciple! His rod-casting was dead accurate!
The instant Long Aotian's back collar was hooked, he whipped around with his eyes blazing, inwardly crying that this was bad!
His expression looked cool! But deep down, he already had a premonition!
It was coming.
Long Aotian was no pushover either. In an instant, he flung out his bucket and clapped it right over the steward's head. Grabbing the steward's head, he gave a vicious yank as he fell!
There was no need to describe the moment the three of them fell.
The key was... those six buckets of filth were no joke!
Six buckets spun, flew, and scattered their contents through the air...
Bai Yun Keke and Piaopiao instantly retreated, while the Yu Family Head and the other experts hurriedly scattered to avoid it.
Thud! Crash! Splash!
Aah—!
Ow—!
Fuck—!
Urgh—!
No amount of incense could cover the smell now.
Long Aotian grabbed the eaves and held on for dear life.
Zhao Ritian clung to the carrying pole, its hook snagged on Long Aotian's collar and cinching it so tightly that Long Aotian's face had turned purple.
At the bottom, Lu Chengwen had long since thrown away his pole and bucket.