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There was no response, just the sound of knocking on the door.
Black Cripple looked at Zuo Ci with a hint of anxiety. He couldn't afford to be bold. The people Zuo Ci had offended could be lined up from Tongcheng to Alaska, and the key was that these individuals were all quite powerful. Who wouldn't be afraid of that?
Following a big shot also came with its costs.
"It's fine!" Zuo Ci said, biting into a fish ball, shaking his head. "If it were someone from the same line of work, they would have been detected by the Five Ghosts Coffin Raising Formation I set up near the Yin Yang Building. It should be an ordinary person."
The Sheng Xian Dao had laid out the Five Coffin Lotus Formation to deal with Black Cripple, which Zuo Ci later improved into a protective array for the building. He had buried a Shi Sha in the soil around the Yin Yang Building, aligned with the five elemental directions. If any cultivator intruded uninvited and triggered the formation, the Shi Sha would swarm to attack.
Those Shi Sha were just one step away from transforming into Corpse Monsters, comparable to Fa Jing-level creatures. Ordinary people truly dared not approach the Yin Yang Building. Perhaps in many people's eyes, this place had already become Zuo Ci's territory.
"Let me open the door!" Zuo Bei said respectfully as he stood up and went to open the wooden door.
A soft, furry figure slipped through the doorway into the Yin Yang Building. It was a little girl draped in a snow-white Beast Skin Bag, with fresh red blood dripping from the gaps between her flesh and skin.
What was most bizarre was that the girl's gaze was vacant, and she was even wagging her tail. She looked at the Old Eight Immortals Table where the aroma of meat wafted from a copper pot.
Her pupils instantly transformed, resembling those of a cat or dog—adoring, happy, and joyful—as she stuck out her tongue and let out panting sounds of delight.
If one didn't look closely, they might really mistake her for a pet dog.
"Damn it, Zao Zhu Zhi Shu!" Black Cripple said darkly. "This little girl somehow escaped from that beastly Fang Shi. Looking at her stitched-up skin, it shouldn't have been long; there's still hope for her!"
A flicker of sadness crossed Zuo Bei's eyes.
This little girl was about the same age as his own daughter, and the moment he thought of her still in the clutches of those cultists, images flooded his mind, making his heart skip a beat.
Clatter.
Zuo Ci heavily set down his bowl and chopsticks.
The Black Cripple jumped in surprise. He thought to himself that this demon was unpredictable; could it be that the little girl had disturbed his meal, and now he was going to kill her to silence her?
A surge of inexplicable anger rose within him. Although he, the Black Cripple, was not exactly a paragon of virtue, he had never resorted to indiscriminate killing. How could he be working under such a ruthless killer?
Zuo Bei's pupils constricted as he whispered, "My lord, I will chase her away immediately. I won't let her disturb your meal!"
Zuo Ci shot a strange glance at Zuo Bei, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth as he said, "Do you really think of me as such a heinous villain?"
Zuo Bei broke into a cold sweat and knelt on the ground.
The Black Cripple also set down his bowl and chopsticks, chuckling nervously, "How can one get so worked up while enjoying hot pot? Find out about that damned Evil Path for me!"
Zuo Ci glanced at the little girl and coldly remarked, "I detest it when someone disturbs me while I'm eating!"
The Black Cripple jolted upright. He looked at Zuo Ci with a slightly different expression. However, he knew that Zuo Ci was not the type to do good deeds; it was likely true that this demon simply disliked being interrupted during meals.
The Black Cripple secretly chuckled. That wretched Fang Shi probably never imagined that he would suffer misfortune just for affecting someone else's appetite.
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