When Helmet Bro saw their astonished expressions, he smiled and shook his head.
"Forget it. You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
"Hero, what should we do now?" the young Taoist asked curiously. This man seemed even more formidable than they had imagined.
Of course, he had agreed to kneel and admit his mistake. Helmet Bro said he would not waste so much effort just to make Shang Huo kneel and acknowledge his wrongdoing.
The old Taoist was smarter than the young one, and he knew Paris was powerful as well. Thinking of the latter, he said, "Still doing it this way?"
"No, Brother, Brother Evil Young must not have died for nothing. We will avenge him!" The young Taoist was still thinking about revenge and could not let it go!
He also knew that the demons were not easy to provoke, but Evil Young, whom he had loved deeply, had been torn apart by them until he could barely breathe!
But who could swallow such humiliation? No—especially when there was a genuine gap in strength?
"I said I'd help you avenge him. Why are you still talking? Don't get in my way, okay?" Whenever Helmet Bro got worried, English slipped out!
The Mount Shu Sect members froze at once. What had he just said?
What, okay?
"What?"
"Uh, nothing. I may not be able to bring the dead back to life, but I'll help you get this revenge! As long as you're honest, shut up and don't say a word!"
Helmet Bro's demand was simple. As long as they kept quiet, he could do anything.
He disliked people nagging at him while he was doing something. It made him lose track of what he was doing and left him confused.
Knowing that Helmet Bro would continue helping them,