Ma Fei's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He cried out, "Oh no, Brother Pillar, you... you're pissing blood!!"
Wang Tie Zhu took a closer look and shuddered in fright, almost pulling back. But he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot. "What's pissing blood? Even if I piss blood, I'm hauling this cow up!"
"Psssss..."
As he pissed, white smoke immediately rose from the Little Calf on the ground.
Yet the white smoke seemed rather weak.
Just like the weakened Wang Tie Zhu.
"I'm joining in too!"
At that moment, the monk Fahai sprang out and shouted.
"Me too!"
Wu De refused to be left behind. He stripped off his clothes and pulled out his gun in one smooth motion.
Seeing the scene, Wei Wu lifted the chamber pot in his hand and grinned. "Then I shouldn't waste this little bit either."
"Moo moo moo..."
Surrounded by the four of them, the Little Calf immediately kicked its four hooves wildly and let out waves of mournful cries.
"This cow really does make people hate it." Not far away, Qian Wuliang shook his head and muttered.
"Buzz!"
In the darkness beyond the camp, two red figures flickered again and again with incredible speed.
As they raced back and forth, dense red dots flashed like flickering candle flames, sending chills down one's spine.
Yet though they were fast, Qin He was faster.
Before he even appeared, the pitch-black Big Black Shovel had already enveloped them.
Golden light flashed across the shovel's surface. There was no shriek of wind, only a faint rumble.
"Puff~"
The two red figures were sent flying.
But strangely, they flew far more slowly than the Big Black Shovel had flashed past, like tattered cloth drifting in the wind.
As they tumbled, countless strands of red