"Are you looking for ?"
Bai Zanhe, holding a clump of sothing yellow and furry, walked out of the house.
The change in light from bright to dark stretched her shadow long.
The once arrogant voice of the Yellow Skins suddenly trembled, "What... what do you have in your hand... what is that?"
At this mont, it could no longer hide.
Erging from a concealed corner, its pair of gloomy green eyes were filled with malice.
Bai Zanhe, who had once been so timid, now exhibited unparalleled calm under my charge.
Expressionless, she stood there and replied indifferently, "The corpse of the Yellow Immortal."
"Big brother... big brother!! You dare to kill my big brother, I will tear you apart!!" The Yellow Skin suddenly lost its composure, spat out a mouthful of old blood, and started jumping in place, shouting, "Children, co out and butcher these two despicable won."
Dozens of large stones fell from above, heading straight for mine and Bai Zanhe's heads. I took a quick step to the side of the little boy, protected him in a kneeling and curled-up position, "Zanhe, get back into the house."
"Okay." Bai Zanhe was prepared; she ducked back into the house before the stones fell and even threw back the corpse of the Yellow Skin.
The Yellow Skins have many flaws in character, but the one redeeming quality is their extre importance on their kin.
At the instant the corpse was thrown, several Yellow Skins pounced forward with a mournful cry, attempting to catch the dead body.
I stood in the center where the stones were concentrated, with seemingly nowhere to escape.
But I felt incredibly reassured, knowing he would definitely appear to protect
and the baby.
Sure enough, I maintained the sa position for a long ti.
Not feeling anything falling above , I opened my eyes and looked.
Yu Longting was crouching behind .
His hand held his cloak which bore holes left from blocking the large stones, "How did you know we were nearby?"
"The Yellow Skins were desperate and would surely co to find , but what I didn't expect..." knowing Yu Longting's intelligence, I guessed he was most likely lurking near this little house, and the ssage I sent just now was to confirm whether he was around.
Yu Longting shook off so gravel from his cloak and draped it over , "Didn't expect what?"
"Didn't expect that they would co seeking peace, offering the little Ginseng Spirit and so much gold as a trade."
I moved aside to reveal the little boy in my arms, successfully pinched his sticky little cheek, "Honestly, if they hadn't killed so many, I would be willing to agree if they were sincerely trading."
"Let go of , let go... I don't want you, you stinky woman, to hold ." The little boy was confused at first, then began to struggle, rejecting my touch vehently.
Now, I was also at a loss; he seed to be coming to help
just before.
Why did he suddenly beco so resistant and hateful towards ?
Yu Longting's face darkened as he lifted the little boy from my protective embrace, without any gentleness...
He slapped him across the face.
"Wah—" The little Ginseng Spirit cried out in such a pitiful manner.
He opened his mouth wide, wailing loudly.
Snatching at his tears and snot.
I was speechless with confusion: "..."
You could say the child deserved pity for being scolded for no reason.
And as harsh as Yu Longting seed, he was defending .
Forget it, I'd better not get involved.
In a deep pit in front of , several Yellow Skins were impaled by sharp wooden stakes, bleeding profusely and struggling in agonizing cries, while two pairs of eyes were locked onto the Yellow Immortal that I had killed with the Sticky Bean Bag.
However, I didn't dig this pit.
It was dug by the Yellow Skins themselves, intending to trap
as I dodged the stones, to plumt and impale myself.
I saw through it with my Spiritual Eye, even though a door stood in my way.
I deliberately had Bai Zanhe throw towards this spot.
Thus, they were caught in their own trap, with no room for sympathy.
"Don't co over just yet, there are traps around here that need to be checked first." Seeing the two Taoists approaching with captured Yellow Skins, I reminded them carefully.
And there were a few villagers holding torches, joining the fight; should they carelessly step on other traps,
They would end up impaled like the Yellow Skins, a fate worse than death.
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