Let's have a BBQ.
Gu Cheng had his reasons for arranging their marching order this way.
Everyone with poor physical skills had someone more capable ahead of and behind them, so they could lend a hand if anything happened.
Urging Fatty forward, Gu Cheng brought up the rear with the Ghost Soul Blade in hand.
"Young Master Gu, are we going to die here?!"
Fatty's calves trembled as he walked.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die here!"
"You're the famous Lord Fatty of Panjiayuan now. You still have to go back and keep spinning tall tales for them!"
Gu Cheng knew he couldn't put pressure on Fatty at a time like this, so he kept encouraging him.
With his back against the wall and his eyes closed, Fatty edged to the right, one step at a time.
His mouth never stopped either. "Young Master Gu, if I fall, remember to burn my body. I don't want all those weird things eating me."
"All right! I promise I'll burn you!"
Gu Cheng soothed Fatty while keeping his full attention on the cave entrance.
"Huh?"
"Burn?!"
An idea suddenly flashed through Gu Cheng's mind.
He put away the Ghost Soul Blade and took out the Immortal-Brew Gourd.
Then he began splashing gasoline along the path.
Gu Cheng had been inspired by burning the zombies to death in Li Si's Tomb and felt that fire could sometimes be quite effective in tombs.
So he had bought a ton of gasoline and stored it in the Immortal-Brew Gourd.
This stuff burned far more fiercely than alcohol.
Fatty noticed and asked in surprise, "Young Master Gu, what are you doing?"
Gu Cheng looked back with a smile. "Giving them a BBQ."
Fatty's eyes immediately lit up.
Just then.
Those monsters thundered out of the