Chapter 39

In the dark forest at night, it was dim and without light.

"Where did he go?"

Zhao Yun held Zixiao, darting around, thinking his speed wasn't slow, but the priest seemed even better. He lost sight of the priest while chasing, and after searching for most of the night, he still couldn't find him.

"Too much showing off."

His dry cough was quite awkward. He had promised to eliminate the priest, but couldn't find him.

Naturally, he felt more frustrated. He had finally found his enemy, but let him escape.

When he returned to the forest, he found the little fatty, who had fainted, with a very weak pulse.

Zhao Yun, being kind-hearted, gave him a pill.

He had saved him three times in one night.

Was this... fate?

When he returned to the cave, it was already daylight.

The little fatty was carried back, his face still deathly pale, and his whole body pitch black.

"What kind of poison is this!"

Zhao Yun frowned and gave him another pill.

From night until now, he had no idea how many pills he had given the little fatty, but the blackness didn't fade, and the poison was incredibly stubborn.

Now, the pills were all gone.

But the little fatty showed no signs of waking up.

"I see."

Zhao Yun squatted and watched, his gaze becoming deeper and his expression more vivid.

It wasn't that the pills weren't working; it was that this little fatty was just too dark, black as coal.

Not to brag, but if you threw him in a pile of charcoal, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference.

It made sense. It was too dark at night to see clearly, but now that it was bright, he realized this was a little black fatty, black and shiny all over.

So, he had been misled, thinking the little fatty was deeply poisoned.

"All my stock, I've given to you."

Zhao Yun clicked his tongue, sighing while searching the little fatty's body.

He had saved him three times, used explosive talismans, and given him all the pills. He needed to find some silver as compensation, or treasures would do.

"You... what are you looking for!"

The little fatty woke up, looking at Zhao Yun with round, dazed eyes like a drunk.

"Nothing much."

Zhao Yun said, but his hands were busy.

The awkward part was:

He searched the little fatty's entire body, but found no silver, not even a copper coin. Apart from the black clothes, there was nothing else.

Thinking about it, the little fatty had been caught by the priest and treated as a corpse. If he had any money or treasures, they would have been taken long ago.

"Move over."

The little fatty got up, staggering, and as soon as he reached the cave entrance, he leaned against the wall and vomited profusely.

Medicine is also toxic.

Zhao Yun was too generous; who knows how many pills he had given. It was no wonder the little fatty was vomiting.

Burp!

The little fatty finally stopped vomiting, sitting at the cave entrance, leaning against the wall, and burping continuously, with white foam occasionally at the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Yun walked over, grabbed one of his legs, and turned him upside down.

Vomit, everything that could be vomited.

The scene that followed was a bit disgusting.

By noon, the little fatty's face had regained some color, but his head was still dizzy, probably from the excessive pills.

"My name is Niu Hong, from Niu Family Village."

The little fatty said while rubbing his head.

"What a loud name."

Zhao Yun clicked his tongue, thinking it sounded like a thunderous boom.

As for Niu Family Village, he hadn't heard of it. It might be a place where everyone was surnamed Niu, and they were all very impressive.

"What's your name?"

"Zhao Buzhu."

"Don't joke."

Niu Hong said, then burped again.

"Do you know that priest?"

Zhao Yun asked. This was one of the reasons he had saved the little fatty.

There was a blood feud.

No matter what, he had to kill that priest.

"I know him, I know him well."

Mentioning the priest, the little fatty got angry. Perhaps too excited, he tried to stand but his legs were weak, and he sat down again.

"That guy is no good."

"He specializes in stealing corpses. Our old village chief died, and was buried in the morning, but at night, he used witchcraft to take the body away."

Niu Hong was quite agitated, cursing non-stop, spitting as he spoke, and accidentally spraying Zhao Yun's face.

"So, that's how corpse driving works."

Zhao Yun sighed, casually wiping his face.

"Rubbish corpse driving." The little fatty cursed, "He steals, digging up graves and stealing corpses to turn them into puppets."

"Puppets."

Zhao Yun muttered, stroking his chin. He knew puppets were lifeless, emotionless beings, created from corpses and empowered by witchcraft, used as weapons. The stronger the corpse, the stronger the puppet. He didn't know how they were made.

"That guy is ruthless." The little fatty continued, indignant, "He uses infant blood to perform witchcraft. Our village always loses children, all because of him."

"Do you know where he is?"

Zhao Yun asked. This was what he cared about most. Whether it was for justice or personal revenge, he had to send that guy to the underworld.

"You've come to the right person."

The little fatty chuckled, "I've been pretending to be a corpse for a long time, and I know where his lair is."

"Do you have any helpers?"

"Two little disciples, just for show."

"Lead the way."

Zhao Yun stood up, unable to suppress his killing intent.

"Shall we eat first?"

The little black fatty held his stomach, laughing. The poison had faded, and the effects of the pills had worn off, leaving him very hungry.

At this moment, he could hardly walk, let alone fight.

"I'll go for a walk."

Zhao Yun took his sword and left.

Soon, he returned with a wild wolf, quickly preparing it on a grill.

"I saved you three times, how will you repay me?"

Zhao Yun asked while eating, thinking if this was a business deal, he had lost a lot.

"Talking about money hurts feelings." The little fatty took a sip of wine, "I can find you a wife. Our village has many pretty girls."

"Silver, elixirs, secret techniques, you choose." Zhao Yun said, "I don't lack wives, but I need money, elixirs, and secret techniques. The more, the better."

"I have a gold mine at home."

"Go cool off."

Zhao Yun pushed the little fatty, thinking a gold mine was a bit of a stretch.

"I really do."

The little fatty didn't care, eating voraciously, occasionally glancing at Zhao Yun.

Those small eyes were very focused.

He had watched Zhao Yun's battle with the priest last night from start to finish. This Condensation Realm cultivator was extraordinary, able to burrow underground, throw explosive talismans, use powerful beast fire, and wield lightning. He was clearly not an ordinary martial cultivator, possibly from a powerful clan.

He was watching, and Zhao Yun was also watching.

People should not be judged by their appearance.

This little fatty was quite strange, practicing some unknown technique, with very pure true essence and abundant qi and blood, far stronger than others of the same level.

"Let's go."

After eating, the little fatty patted his buttocks and stood up.

He seemed even more eager than Zhao Yun.

His walking posture was unusually arrogant. At 1.5 meters tall, he walked with the confidence of someone 3.8 meters tall.

"What did he eat to grow like that?"

Zhao Yun wondered again, as he had the night before. Despite his short stature, the little fatty was incredibly fat, with a large head and big ears, a bare chest, and a belly like a Buddha, but a small, black Buddha, a black meatball.

"Can't fit in one pot."

Zhao Yun stroked his chin, not sure why he had such a thought.

"Hurry up."

The little fatty called out.

Zhao Yun quickly followed.

According to the little fatty, the priest was hiding in a Taoist temple, which was actually a den of iniquity.

Not to mention other things, just the act of stealing corpses was enough to make people angry, and drinking infant blood was even more heinous.

"Give me one of your explosive talismans." Niu Hong poked Zhao Yun, smiling, "I have a gold mine, I'll pay you later."

"Keep boasting, and I'll curse you."

"Don't! I really do."

"Money first, goods later."