Thinking about it, Heavenly Thunder felt he had completed his task.
The clouds that had gathered in the sky slowly began to scatter.
At the sa ti, a sparse rain began to fall, as if to show that even though this was a Heavenly Thunder sent as punishnt, the process had to be completed.
As the Heavenly Thunder receded, the Little Paperman, carrying a bag full of talisman paper, stealthily avoided others and appeared at the back door of the dicine House.
Daoist Changshan, who had just taken his dicine and was resting on the sickbed.
Imdiately opened his eyes.
The Little Paperman did not conceal his aura, so he sensed it right away.
Daoist Changshan quickly reached for the cane at the bedside, propped himself up, and step by step made his way to the back door.
The other people in the dicine House were as busy as dogs, so naturally, they had no extra energy to keep watch.
Seeing the Little Paperman.
Daoist Changshan was sowhat surprised, but not particularly so.
He had previously guessed that the one who saved them must be Lord Divine Envoy.
Now seeing the Little Paperman, that guess was confird.
The stern look on his face spread into a slight smile between his brows.
However, before he could speak.
A loud noise from the sky burst forth, as if the sky had been blown open.
That sound could cause the blood of those with weaker Dao Hearts to reverse in fright.
Not to ntion those evils, the sound of this thunder could directly obliterate their divine souls.
Daoist Changshan belonged to the class of Loose Cultivator, one who is both righteous and evil.
At this mont, hearing the thunder, he imdiately realized that sothing major had happened.
Looking again at the Little Paperman, the smile on Daoist Changshan’s face turned to seriousness.
"If Lord Divine Envoy has any orders, I will definitely carry them out!"
The Little Paperman glanced at Daoist Changshan and suddenly understood why the master had sent him to do this task.
Being smart is one thing; the most important is that this person has ambition and decisiveness.
The Little Paperman handed him the bag full of talisman papers.
"The master asks you to find a way to post these talisman papers at every street entrance in Lotus City before tonight."
Daoist Changshan took the bag handed over by the Little Paperman and did not ask why this was necessary.
"Yes, I will definitely do it."
The residual power of the Heavenly Thunder dissipated, and the sky continued its sparse rain.
The Little Paperman waved a hand to indicate Daoist Changshan could proceed with the task.
After watching the Little Paperman leave, Daoist Changshan opened the bag and saw the talisman papers densely packed inside.
He took one out and couldn’t quite understand the pattern on it, though he could tell it did not have any harmful function.
Instantly, he relaxed.
However, even if the talisman papers did have harmful properties, he wouldn’t have asked about it.
Daoist Changshan turned around to get the task done.
These Loose Cultivators like him, who wander the world, also have their own connections and thods.
However, those connections usually cannot be used.
This ti, he was already half-dead, only recuperating in this small dicine House without intending to trouble others.
Daoist Changshan returned to the ward and nudged the sleeping steward with his cane.
At this mont, having one more person to help would allow them to complete Lord Divine Envoy’s orders more quickly.
The steward opened his eyes with so difficulty.
Daoist Changshan didn’t care if the steward felt uncomfortable now; all he saw was the urgency to complete the task.
"You have your own connections in Lotus City, so use them all quickly!"
After Daoist Changshan repeated the Little Paperman’s words.
The steward grimaced, enduring the pain from his injuries, and nodded.
If soone else asked him to use up these social favors, the steward would be extrely unwilling.
But now, with the order from Lord Divine Envoy, he beca more than willing to oblige.
anwhile.
Yun Ran looked at the wound on her leg cut by the Heavenly Thunder, indeed appearing tattered and torn.
Grimacing in pain.
"If my luck hadn’t suddenly weakened, even if this Heavenly Thunder multiplied several tis, I could easily dodge it!"
Mo Zhi was still sowhat confused when summoned.
Looking at the scene, she, originally from the Ghost World, felt sowhat unaccustod.
Who would have thought that Yun Ran, who carries the Ten Thousand Ghosts Slaughter Order, would directly hide in the Ghost World to avoid being struck by the Heavenly Thunder.
The blood on Yun Ran exudes a scent that is a great nourishnt to those evil ghosts.
Mo Zhi sniffed the air.
If she hadn’t turned to the path of Ghost Cultivation, she would have succumbed to the temptation by now, surely drooling uncontrollably.
Even now, her gaze found it difficult to look away.
As a result, a stone from who knows where suddenly hit her foot.
"What are you looking at, planning a rebellion?"
Mo Zhi thought: ...
Where would she have the courage; not to ntion before, but now, after seeing those Immortal Ancestors from Qingfeng Temple.
Even with a pot of boiling oil in front of her, she would not sell out Yun Ran.
Mo Zhi chuckled awkwardly, acting as cowardly as possible: "Master, how can you say that, I am such a good... ghost, a very good ghost~"
If the occasion were appropriate, Mo Zhi would have wanted to snuggle up and act spoiled already.
She had seen the Little Paperman acting spoiled many tis.
Clearly, Yun Ran was susceptible to this trick.
Just then.
Countless EVil Ghosts ca from all directions.
Even if Yun Ran was covered by a cloak that could block these Evil Ghosts from slling her scent, the blood flowing from her wounds still attracted them.
This was the inevitable impact of her weakened luck.
No matter how detailed her previous plans, various problems would still arise.
If she were slightly weaker, these challenges would assuredly be her downfall.
Yun Ran observed her still-bleeding wound and gritted her teeth, preparing to tough it out.
In a split second.
The seemingly cowardly Mo Zhi suddenly changed her expression.
She turned around, scanning those incoming Evil Ghosts with a sinister gaze.
Her voice carried endless ferocity: "Get lost!!!"
Most Evil Ghosts lack consciousness.
They would focus on their prey like hyenas, coming at them at all costs to tear them apart.
With Mo Zhi’s roar, it was as if the Evil Ghosts had encountered sothing formidable.
They all stopped, quietly watching Yun Ran’s direction.
Mo Zhi snorted coldly, directly releasing her Quasi-Ghost Emperor aura.
The Evil Ghosts imdiately turned and fled.
In that mont, within a few hundred miles, not to ntion Evil Ghosts, even the Ghost Generals fled completely.
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