The Ox and Horse Ghost Gods exchanged a look and asked again, "How did you end up so down and out?"
Ma Qingqiu wrinkled a little nose and sobbed in a soft, delicate voice, "It was all my fault."
"A while ago, we were preparing to kill the city lord."
"To that end, we even sacrificed ourselves to curry favor with the cooks at the city lord's estate..."
Weeping and sniffling, Ma Qingqiu explained what had happened.
As it turned out, they had arranged everything, even preparing bamboo spears. All they needed was for the city lord to fall into the cesspit, then they would charge forward with a shout and skewer him like candied hawthorn on a stick.
At first, the plan went smoothly. Everything proceeded in perfect order.
Sure enough, the city lord went to the privy.
But the city lord was no ordinary fellow. After eating the food and realizing something was wrong, he secretly mobilized his power to protect himself.
Thus, when he reached the cesspit and the floor burst apart, he neither fell into the cesspit nor cried for help.
At the time, Ma Qingqiu and the others nearly charged in with their bamboo spears to stab wildly.
One cultivator had practiced a special Fundamental Method and sensed something amiss, which was the only reason Ma Qingqiu and the others were kept from going inside.
When the city lord saw no attackers appear, he plucked off the heads of the cafeteria ghosts and monsters and carefully examined their brains.
Fortunately, Fierce Tiger Daoist and the others had some tricks up their sleeves. While waiting on the cafeteria ghosts and monsters, they had secretly planted spells in their heads.
Those spells had erased some of their memories long beforehand.
With no memories in their brains, the