"Achoo!"
At the same time, inside Corpse Burning Room No. 7, Wang Tie Zhu, who was shoveling up Ao Zuling's ashes, let out a thunderous sneeze.
The blast scattered more than half of Ao Zuling's already meager ashes.
"Damn it, is someone cursing me?" Wang Tie Zhu sniffed suspiciously.
The weather was neither cold nor hot, and there was no pungent smell around. A sudden, unprovoked sneeze was truly strange.
He didn't feel weak or anything, so it definitely wasn't a chill.
Instinctively, Wang Tie Zhu looked at Ma Fei and demanded, "Ma Fei, were you cursing me?"
Ma Fei's eyes flickered for a moment. Isn't it perfectly normal to curse you? But I wasn't cursing you just now.
It immediately raised two fingers and swore, "Brother Pillar, you know me. My admiration for you is like the surging river, rolling on without end. I don't even have enough time to praise you—how could I curse you? It wasn't me, absolutely not me."
Wang Tie Zhu narrowed his eyes and suspiciously turned to Old Ape.
Old Ape froze, glanced around, and said, "Brother Pillar, you know me. I don't have the guts."
Wang Tie Zhu hesitated, then nodded. When he turned to Little Sable, however, the latter's eye-roll made him shrink his neck in fright, and he hurriedly turned toward Lamborghini instead.
"Pah!"
Lamborghini snorted and began cursing outright. "You damned turtle, if This Revered Bull wanted to curse you, I'd do it to your face. There's no need to curse you in my heart."
Wang Tie Zhu tilted his head, then nodded deeply in agreement.
Could it be that little bastard Wei Wu?
His little tagalongs were everywhere he went. They hadn't notified him before setting off, so it was probably him.
*Just wait. This sneeze, this Turtle Lord