Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

As night fell, in the backyard of the Gao family compound, near the small building where Zhu Ganglie imprisoned Gao Cuilan.

The moonlight was mostly obscured by clouds, and only a few sparse lanterns cast a dim yellow glow in the courtyard. The shadow of the osmanthus tree swayed in the wind on the stone slabs.

Lu Ze, along with Xing and Huohua, ambushed Zhu Ganglie on his way back to the small building.

Xing had already taken out her baseball bat, gripped the handle with both hands, and eagerly twirled it around in her hands twice, her golden eyes shining like two small light bulbs in the darkness.

Seeing the battle preparations, Spark tilted her head and said in a casual tone, "Little Grey, the battle is about to begin, aren't you going to give me back my mask?"

Xing was stunned, and the baseball bat in his hand stopped in mid-air.

She glanced at Lu Ze instinctively, her eyes filled with the words "What should I do?"

Lu Ze paused for a moment, his mind racing with calculations.

Spark, that girl, may seem to be helping out wholeheartedly now, writing stories and playing multiple roles, but the Masked Fool is still the Masked Fool. She's a believer in pleasure above all else, and who knows if she'll turn on us the moment she gets all her power back.

Spark could tell from their expressions that they didn't want to give it to him.

Her pigtails drooped, her wine-red eyes instantly filled with tears, her lips trembled slightly, and she looked as if she was about to cry.

"You heartless, filthy raccoon! Spark has been working tirelessly these past few days, giving you all advice and strategies, and you're still wary of me..."

She then turned to Lu Ze, her voice softening slightly.

"And you, Xiao Luzi, tell me, what did Huohua do to wrong you that made you so wary of me?"

After she finished speaking, she squeezed her eyes hard, and two bright tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, hanging on her cheeks, sparkling in the lantern light.

Lu Ze and Xing looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Should we give it to her?" Lu Ze gestured to Xing with his eyes. He was a little soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see a woman cry.

Xing glared at him, not expecting this guy to be so indecisive, and immediately gave him a look that said, "If something goes wrong, you'll have to deal with it yourself."

After a silent exchange of glances, Xing sighed and, amidst Huo Hua's tearful smile, took out the rabbit mask and handed it over.

The moment Spark took the mask, her tears vanished as if by magic, and a sly smile curled at the corners of her mouth, making her look like a fox who had just stolen a chicken.

After dealing with the spark, Xing took something out of her pocket and handed it to Lu Ze: "Lu Ze, can you make me a few clones?"

Lu Ze looked at the copy machine Xing handed him and instantly understood her intention: "How many do you want?"

"Four. One for preservation, one for harmony, one for memory, and one for pleasure." Xing counted his fates on his fingers, his tone as serious as if he were reciting a menu.

Lu Ze nodded, adjusted the parameters, and aimed the lens at the target.

Under the complex gaze of Huo Hua, he pressed the shutter.

With a crisp snap, four stars appeared out of thin air in the courtyard.

Xing excitedly distributed weapons to them—flame guns, hats, quill pens, and glow sticks.

Before long, each star was holding a weapon, lined up in a row, exuding an imposing aura.

Spark's lips twitched as she looked at the five "little gray hairs" lined up in front of her.

Now she finally understood how those gray-haired girls who ganged up on her and whipped her around like a top at the fireworks festival came to be.

This time, however, their target has changed from themselves to another pig demon named Zhu Ganglie.