After saying that, the young man climbed down from the city wall. He walked to an empty corner, glanced around, and his form shifted into that of a hunchback youth.
It was none other than Wang Tie Zhu.
As the saying went, squeeze the soft persimmon and slice the tender cucumber.
Since they were going after a Divine General,
they had to pick the weakest one. Otherwise, if anything went wrong, they risked being wiped out as a group.
There was barely any need to choose.
After asking around, they learned that a useless Divine General had just taken office, practically with the words written across his face: I'm the softest, I'm the tenderest.
With the target chosen, it was time to lay the trap.
Charging in head-on was too dangerous. He was a Divine General, after all; they couldn't treat a bean bun like it wasn't food.
After discussing it, the beasts decided that since they were setting a trap, they had to set two layers. They couldn't let him wake up too easily.
Thus came the arrangement from before.
Ma Fei would go first and provoke him with words. If that failed, they would use the backup plan.
Wang Tie Zhu would transform and lie in wait atop the city wall, revealing some carefully processed information to lure Ao Zuling onward.
It was like fishing. A straight hook wouldn't do; it had to bend a little.
Wang Tie Zhu clapped his hands, left through the city gates, and swiftly headed west.
Meanwhile, sixty li away.
To Ao Zuling, that distance was no more than the time it took for an incense stick to burn.
Looking into the distance, he saw a bamboo Lin beside the trade road.
Inside the bamboo Lin stood a solitary house. Beside the