The two of them got out of the car. Da Hu shouted at Yang Er Gou in the car, "You brat, watch this coffin for me. Don't let anything happen, or I'll throw you in to spend the night with that thing."
Yang Er Gou, drowsy, poked his head out of the car to look at Da Hu and yawned, "Uncle-Master, what kind of accidents could happen here?"
Da Hu gave him an annoyed glare, his expression one of disappointment.
Yu Dao Hen, standing nearby, shook his head helplessly and patted Da Hu's shoulder. "Take it easy. Maybe adding another two hundred pounds of weight will help him open his mind."
Da Hu sighed heavily, turned, and walked towards the woods behind them. "When we get back, I'll add another two hundred pounds to this brat's load. No, five hundred pounds."
Upon hearing this, Yu Dao Hen chuckled awkwardly and said nothing, a sense of guilt gnawing at him.
Arriving at a clearing in the woods, Da Hu lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled. He pulled down his pants and began to relieve himself.
Perhaps even Da Hu found the smell unbearable. He tried to make conversation, "Master Yu, what do you think of your son?"
Yu Dao Hen, seeing Da Hu's sudden curiosity about Zhou Fu, asked, "Why are you suddenly curious about that kid?"
Da Hu shook his head, unable to pinpoint it. "I always feel a subconscious sense of alertness when I'm around that kid."
Yu Dao Hen remained silent, but he felt the same way.
These seasoned veterans, who had spent a long time navigating the treacherous paths of the martial world, had developed a natural vigilance.
They instinctively became wary of any stranger, especially those in their line of work.
And Zhou Fu gave them that same feeling.
Yu Dao Hen shivered, pulled up his pants, and said slowly, "That kid just came from the sect. I don't know much about his personality. We'll have to observe him carefully when we have the chance."
"Mm," Da Hu grunted, pinching his nose in discomfort, cursing inwardly.
Why was his own excrement so foul? Was it because he had been eating nothing but bread for the past few days, lacking any oily sustenance?
But Master Yu was standing so close, yet he showed no reaction. Da Hu felt embarrassed to continue.
Just as Da Hu was about to ask Master Yu to move a bit, he heard a cat's meow.
"Go away, go away. Where did this stray cat come from?"
Da Hu waved his hand, trying to shoo it away, afraid the stray cat would come and lick his backside.
"Cat?" Yu Dao Hen looked at the black stray cat pacing back and forth nearby and suddenly realized something. He bolted towards the car. "This is bad!"
Da Hu, seeing Yu Dao Hen suddenly take off running, thought there was something else nearby and quickly turned his head to look.
He saw a stray cat pacing back and forth, its eyes fixed on him, or rather, on his excrement.
"It's just a stray cat, why are you so scared?"
Da Hu was speechless. Did Master Yu have a fear of cats?
"Cat! Damn it!" Da Hu immediately reacted, and without even bothering to wipe himself, he pulled up his pants and ran towards the car.
Cats could cause corpses to reanimate, especially black cats.
If the body in the bronze coffin was just an ordinary corpse, it would be one thing. But the problem was that the bronze coffin contained a zombie!
On the other side, Yu Dao Hen had just reached the car when he saw two stray cat corpses lying on the ground, their blood seeping onto the ground from their necks.
He turned and saw Zhou Fu holding a dagger, his dark face splattered with cat blood.
Seeing Yu Dao Hen arrive, Zhou Fu said, "Sect Leader, these two stray cats suddenly ran towards the coffin. I've already dealt with them."
Yu Dao Hen nodded without speaking, but instead carefully examined the stray cat corpses on the ground.
Killed with two swift blows, both to the neck.
Such swordsmanship was not something an ordinary person could achieve.
This Zhou Fu had some skill. Why had the three elders in the sect never mentioned him before?
If he wasn't a wicked person, with proper guidance, he could become a formidable figure in the future.
Seeing the Sect Leader staring intently at the corpses on the ground, Zhou Fu lowered his head and remained silent.
Yu Dao Hen smiled faintly and praised him, "Good skills. With diligent practice, you'll surely become famous in the martial world."
Hearing this, Zhou Fu's face lit up with a smile, and he said happily, "Thank you, Sect Leader."
Yu Dao Hen nodded, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. Why would stray cats suddenly appear here?
Just then, Da Hu also arrived. Seeing that everything was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the two stray cats lying on the ground, killed with a single blow, he praised, "That's some good swordsmanship, a clean kill."
After speaking, Da Hu looked at Zhou Fu with an expression of admiration.
Master Yu used a mace, so he wouldn't have inflicted such wounds. Besides Master Yu, only Zhou Fu could have done this.
As for this brat...
Alas, if he had such formidable skills, I wouldn't be frowning all day.
It's true that comparing goods makes you want to throw one away, and comparing people makes you want to die.
Why did my own brother take in such a useless fellow?
Yang Er Gou, seeing his Uncle-Master looking at him with an expression of disappointment, said, "It's also because Brother Zhou acted quickly and didn't give me a chance to show off. Otherwise, I would have already..."
Before Yang Er Gou could finish, Da Hu interrupted him, "You brat, have some self-respect. Don't you know your own capabilities?"
Yang Er Gou awkwardly scratched the back of his head and said nothing.
To be honest, as soon as he reacted, he saw Zhou Fu already at the car, raising his dagger and slashing at the two stray cats that were rushing towards the coffin.
His movements were clean and swift, without any hesitation, incredibly cool.
Seeing that the danger had passed, Yu Dao Hen looked at Da Hu and teased, "Brother Da Hu, you came quite quickly. You didn't forget to wipe your backside, did you?"
Da Hu gave him an annoyed glare and chuckled, "How could I have!"
As he spoke, Da Hu reached for his backside, and the smile on his face froze. He suddenly remembered something.
Damn it, I think I actually forgot to wipe my backside just now.
In my haste, I pulled up my pants and ran over. No wonder I felt something was a bit off.
Da Hu forced a smile to cover his embarrassment and said, "I think I dropped something there. I'll go look for it."
Yu Dao Hen looked at Da Hu's awkward smile with some confusion.
Could it be that Da Hu really forgot to wipe his backside just now?
But the problem is, he had diarrhea. If he didn't wipe, wouldn't that mean... (those who understand, understand).
Just as Da Hu was about to turn back to wipe himself, he saw pairs of eyes glowing green in the dark woods, looking towards them.
Seeing this, all four of them knew without thinking what was in the woods.
"Damn it, where did all these stray cats come from?" Da Hu cursed, feeling helpless.
Why now, of all times? Why at this critical juncture? Are they deliberately trying to cause trouble for me, Da Hu?
I haven't even wiped my backside yet. If a fight breaks out later, my backside will be covered in excrement.
And I'm wearing pure white pants!