Li Bai's shock quickly gave way to delight. "C-can I?"
"Why not? Just tell me where to hit him!"
Yao Shunyu weighed the stone in his hand with practiced ease, his gaze full of determination, as if he had been born for this moment.
"Hit any part of him that's exposed. Anywhere will do, but preferably make him bleed!" Li Bai hissed. With Yao Shunyu's almost supernatural stone-throwing, they could turn the tables tonight.
As soon as they drew blood and exposed the living person's blood and vitality, Li Maochun's painstaking performance of this living funeral would be ruined.
They wouldn't have to do anything else. They could leave the rest to Zhusheng Niangniang.
After the four ghost-worship incense sticks were destroyed by the flying stones, the scene had already changed. Zhusheng Niangniang, who had been moving toward Yao Shunyu and Li Bai, stopped. The enormous head beneath her red veil turned stiffly, little by little, as if she were choosing a new target.
Of course, Li Bai wasn't the only one shocked by Yao Shunyu's stone-throwing. Dozens of meters away, Li Maochun was dumbfounded too. His face had gone pale, especially when he saw Yao Shunyu holding a stone and repeatedly taking aim at him. It looked like he was lining up a shot.
With a whoosh, Yao Shunyu threw. The stone seemed to have eyes as it spun through the air toward Li Maochun.
At the last possible moment, Li Maochun's neck suddenly twisted nimbly to the right. The stone struck the ground beside him. He'd barely escaped, but he was still drenched in a cold sweat.
Seeing this, Li Bai grew anxious. "Damn, he dodged it!"
Zhusheng Niangniang was much closer to them than she was to Li Maochun. If she moved a few more steps toward