(First update)
Old Goose clutched the wound piercing his chest, naturally inflicted by Sister Bao. The wound carried the charred scent of lightning.
Watching Yang Ming and Feng Baobao's backs gradually recede, Old Goose's vision blurred. In the end, everything went black before him, and he collapsed onto his back with a despondent expression, splashing into a pool of foul mud.
As for Bule and Tianya, they had already left this world before Old Goose.
They could only blame their bad luck for running into Yang Ming's line of fire. Bule had even flirted with Feng Baobao in public, touching Yang Ming's reverse scale.
Night deepened, dust settled, dew gathered, and the moon dimmed over the quiet music hall.
The wind wailed and the rain fell without end. The sky was dark and heavy, just like the stifled mood in Yang Ming's heart.
"Sister Bao, once we get inside, if we encounter anyone from Spirit Hall, kill them all without mercy!"
Although Feng Baobao did not understand why Yang Ming was so murderous today, she obediently nodded.
Before the two had even approached the hospital, their attire had drawn the attention of nearby hidden sentries.
Yang Ming and Feng Baobao wore bamboo hats and black robes, their faces concealed behind red Demon Masks. No matter how one looked at them, they did not seem like good people.
What was more, their route was crystal clear: their target was the hospital. They were clearly up to something big!
The beggar leaning against the wall suddenly raised his eyes, picked up the rice bowl on the ground, and pretended to come forward to beg.
"Kind-hearted sir, please have pity on me. Spare me a little money."
As he spoke, the beggar suddenly accelerated, pretending to throw himself at Yang Ming.
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