"What does this guy do? Why does he talk so weirdly?"
After confirming that the people outside couldn't see what was happening inside the car, Little Monk relaxed.
He picked up a pen and quickly wrote a few lines:
"Big Brother Jiang's talismans are YYDS. Those two are so close and still can't detect us. That's seriously awesome, Pro Max..."
Old Monk was equally astonished.
What the hell!
That was some real cow-flying-airplane, awesome-to-the-heavens stuff.
He had seen quite a few big shots in his life, but he had never seen anyone like Jiang Qiao casually draw a talisman, stick it to a window, and turn everyone nearby blind.
"Don't move around. Better safe than sorry. Just sit tight and watch the show. None of this has anything to do with us."
Although his heart was trembling,
Old Monk still had to appear calm on the surface.
He elegantly flourished his pen and wrote a line of beautiful running script in response to his disciple.
He wanted him to know that his master possessed great self-control.
He wasn't like that clumsy young man.
However, the next moment,
the woman's words outside the car made Old Monk lose his composure.
"Who exactly are you people? We have no grudge against each other, so why are you hunting down the Youfu?" the woman shouted into the darkness.
Youfu?
Old Monk was stunned when he heard the name.
"Master, didn't you join Youfu too?" Little Monk mouthed soundlessly, but his lips clearly formed each word.
"Heh."
Old Monk let out a silent, awkward laugh.
He had indeed joined Youfu for the sake of certain conveniences. Although he was only an external member, he still felt awkward watching someone else's misfortune hit so close to home.
Fortunately,
Youfu was a relatively loose organization, and