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Each of these insects was only the size of a pinhead, and they exuded an extremely malevolent aura.

It was writhing wildly on the ground, trying to crawl towards Yang Guang and Er Lengzi!

Yin insects!

An extremely vicious medium for black magic!

If even one of them manages to crawl into a living person's body through their mouth and nose, it can instantly devour the person's essence, blood, and yang energy!

They suck a person dry, turning them into a dried-up corpse from the inside out!

Yang Guang snorted coldly, flipped his lightning-struck wooden sword, and slammed a blazing fire talisman directly onto the ground.

With a loud "boom!"

The fire instantly burned the worms with a crackling sound, turning them into a pile of black ash in the blink of an eye.

but!

When Yang Guang looked up and looked over again...

There was nothing in front of us!

The half-closed hidden door was wide open in an extremely arrogant manner.

There's no trace of that old bald monk Taigu left!

Upon witnessing this scene.

Yang Guang's face turned completely black, so gloomy it looked like it could drip water!

"Fuck your grandpa Taigu!"

Yang Guang couldn't help but swear; he was furious!

I must have been blind to have been tricked by that old bald monk again!

So close!

He was just one sentence away from finding out where that bastard father was!

That old fox has a limp, yet he can still run so fast!

Are they cockroaches?

Yang Guang turned around angrily and looked at Er Lengzi, who was still sneezing wildly next to him.

He walked straight over and kicked the stupid dog's fat ass.

"You damn dog!"

"You're still here, sneezing!"

"Hurry up and chase after them!"

"Woof!"

Er Lengzi was kicked and stumbled, turning around with an extremely aggrieved expression.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one gold and one blue, were brimming with tears, and snot bubbles were practically blowing out of their noses.

Er Lengzi let out a miserable scream, his thick Northeastern accent filled with accusation.

"Father Yang!"

"I wouldn't chase after him if it weren't for Dog King!"

"My nose suddenly stopped working!"

Er Lengzi frantically rubbed his nose with both front paws, looking utterly hopeless: "I can't smell that old bald monk anymore!"

"All I can smell now is that utterly disgusting stench of an old sauerkraut jar mixed with body odor!"

"It's trying to burrow right into my forehead!"

"It's bad enough that it burns my eyes, it's bad for my brain too!"

The simpleton sat on the ground in an extremely humane way, and shamelessly began to negotiate: "We'll see."

"How about we consider this a work injury?"

"I feel like I desperately need a strong fragrance to stimulate my senses!"

"I need at least thirty pounds of pork ribs to clear my nose, otherwise my sense of smell will be completely ruined!"

"Pah!"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes in annoyance: "You're already dreaming at this point?"

"You want ribs even though you couldn't catch her?"

"Do you want some shit?"

Even so, Yang Guang knew that the dog's nose was probably really numb from the smell of that insect powder.

These underhanded tricks in Southeast Asian black magic are specifically designed to interfere with tracking!

That old man definitely planned this for a long time!

"Walk!"

"I want to see him alive or dead! I refuse to believe he can fly with a limp!"

Undeterred, Yang Guang gripped the lightning-struck wooden sword and plunged headfirst into the hidden door.

Er Lengzi followed behind reluctantly, sneezing and with his tail between his legs.

The man and the dog ran wildly down the steps behind the hidden door.

The passageway was extremely narrow and had a nauseating musty smell.

When the two of them rushed out of the stairs, panting, Yang Guang kicked the iron door above their heads.

A gust of cold wind suddenly rushed in.

Yang Guang jumped out and was completely dumbfounded.

This secret door led directly to the edge of an extremely steep cliff behind the abandoned sanatorium!

The surrounding area was filled with weeds and rocks taller than a person.

It was pitch black.

Not to mention Taigu, not even a chicken feather was left!

Moreover, because of the thick layer of dead branches and leaves on the ground, there were no obvious footprints or bloodstains to be found.

The trail has gone completely cold!

"Ahhhhh!"

Yang Guang was so angry that he frantically scratched his hair, and in extreme frustration, he kicked a nearby stone away.

"You old sly bastard!"

"Don't let me ever see you again!"

"Next time we meet, if I don't cut you into eight pieces and feed you to the turtles, I'm not surnamed Yang!"

The duck that was about to be eaten flew away, and Yang Guang was heartbroken not only for the clues.

It was the rich spoils that should have been seized by themselves!

That old bald monk must be hiding a lot of good stuff. Letting him get away like this is worse than killing him!

With a dark expression, Yang Guang turned around and returned to the basement the way he came.

Since the person has run away.

We can scrape off some scraps from the remaining stuff in the basement!

Back in the basement.

Er Lengzi pounced directly on the remains of the Kumanthong that had been struck by lightning or gnawed in half by himself.

"Even though we skipped the main course, I can't let these dishes go to waste!"

Er Lengzi opened his mouth wide and chewed with great gusto.

Yang Guang then searched the basement very carefully.

The more they searched, the darker their faces became.

This Taigu was extremely cautious, except for the blood-red shrine that enshrined the headless ghost god and a few extremely dilapidated and unpresentable black magic artifacts.

Not a single penny of cash was left in the entire basement!

"You poor wretch!"

"No wonder they came to this desolate wilderness to refine little ghosts!"

Yang Guang kicked over the shrine with utter disgust, then slapped it with a blazing fire talisman, instantly burning the shrine and the fragments of the pottery jars stained with evil energy to ashes.

We absolutely cannot leave these harmful things here to cause trouble for people.

"Alright, you idiot, stop licking the ground!"

"Let's get going!"

"This place is unlucky!"

Extremely frustrated, Yang Guang tucked the lightning-struck wooden sword back into his waistband, put his hands in his pockets, and returned to the ground through the passage with a dark expression.

The man and his dog returned to the lobby of the sanatorium, looking disheveled and exhausted.

Good guy!

The scene in the lobby was simply unbearable to look at!

Extremely violent DJ music still echoes wildly in the empty, abandoned building!

The colorful scrolling lights were so dazzling they almost blinded people.

Chu Sheng was extremely excited, with one foot on a discarded iron frame, holding a large porcelain cup as a microphone, and his 250-pound body was swaying in an extremely seductive way to the rhythm.

"Thunder!"

"This heaven-shattering cultivation level is like a purple-gold hammer that can cause the sky to collapse and the earth to cave in!"

"Purple Lightning!"

"This profound flame, this Nine Heavens Hanging Sword, has caused an earth-shattering change!"

Beside him, the old charlatan Jia Youcai was using a broken table leg as a guitar.

With his eyes closed, he was completely absorbed in the moment, frantically plucking the air!

Even the donuts, which were initially terrified, are now waving their hands in rhythm.

The camera focused on Chu Sheng, and the Rocket Carnival in the live stream almost filled the screen.

Jiang Siyu stood speechlessly in the corner, awkwardly covering her face.

When she saw Yang Guang come out, she rushed to greet him as if he were her savior.

"Yang Guang!"

"You're finally back!"

"If you don't come back soon, these guys could turn this sanatorium into a disco!"