When I was in a world of unconventional rules and taboos

Su Ming could tell from the silly dog's dazed expression that the guy was most likely possessed by a drama queen and was trying to cause trouble.

Sure enough, with just a casual remark, the truth about the dog "faking lameness" was instantly exposed.

If this guy had really been crippled in one leg, he wouldn't have been clinging to his leg, pointing and complaining to the guys not far away, but instead, he would have been bullying his master and starting to curse.

I don't know if it was because the dog's intelligence suddenly plummeted as soon as its owner returned, becoming negative. It didn't even realize its owner's simple "trick" and fell right into the trap.

Right now, it's howling and wailing, its paws covering its enormous head. Looking at it, you'd think it'd been slapped off.

But in reality, Su Ming's chop was delivered with almost no force.

The moment we touched her, this drama queen started wailing.

Seeing that the person and the dog were ignoring them, they started to amuse themselves and play around.

Two old zombies and several powerful evil spirits not far away stared at each other.

Well, it's obvious they don't take them seriously!

As the saying goes, an uncle can tolerate something, but an aunt cannot. How can this kind of thing be tolerated?

Shouldn't they retaliate fiercely?!

But the headless body of the white-haired old zombie not far away instantly calmed them down, like a block of ice that had stood for ten thousand years.

The white-haired old zombie's strength was unfathomable, yet the mysterious coffin-carrying man swung the coffin at it and chopped off its head. Such a terrifying disparity made it difficult for them to muster the determination to fight to the death.

Unfortunately, no one wanted to test how hard the black coffin was, or whether their own head was tough enough.

A vivid example is already before them.

Besides, it's not a big deal after all.

It's just a big yellow dog that likes to wander around, pee, and mark its territory!

What's the big deal?!

Isn't that just how dogs behave?!

There's no need for such a trivial matter to escalate into a blood feud!

This is also not conducive to harmony and unity among the supernatural tales!

If it were just a stray dog, that would be one thing, but this dog clearly has someone backing it up. Continuing to fight to the death is indeed not a good idea.

As the saying goes, those who understand the times are the heroes; among those present, who isn't a hero?!

A hideous evil spirit with ferocious claw marks on its face was quietly retreating. Judging from its darting eyes, it was clear how guilty it was.

It's not for any other reason than that the dog was kicked into the valley by it.

As the saying goes, "You have to know your owner before you beat a dog." Now that the owner has come, and he's incredibly fierce, the dog is scared!

However, the ugly evil spirit was unaware that its little tricks had already been seen by Su Ming.

Before the ugly evil spirit could even slip away, Su Ming casually tossed a pebble, and the black coffin he was holding flew out with a whoosh.

boom!

A sudden earthquake shook the ground.

The enormous black coffin, along with the hideous evil spirit, flew out instantly.

Deeply embedded in the valley, its fate unknown.

"Alright, enough joking around, we still have things to do. Besides those two unlucky guys, who else has ever hit you?"

Ignoring the astonished gazes, Su Ming patted the enormous dog's head at his feet, his expression and tone becoming serious.

It's fine to have some fun and jokes after not having them for a long time, but we still have to get down to business.

As the saying goes, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

What kind of situation is it when your own lackey gets beaten up by an outsider?

Although the idiot dog's analogy of thighs and face was somewhat inappropriate, the principle still applies to some extent.

Hitting a dog is really no different from slapping someone's face.

This matter won't be over until at least 10,000 or 20,000 people die.

"Woo! Woo! Woo!"

Seeing that Su Ming was getting serious, the silly dog's playful expression instantly disappeared. He pulled out a thick notebook from somewhere, which clearly recorded the whole process of the dog being chased and the serious psychological and physical trauma he suffered.

Goodness, this dog really holds grudges; it really keeps a record of every grudge.

Judging from the densely packed contents of this notebook, spanning over a hundred pages, even ten lives wouldn't be enough to compensate for the loss of these people.

At least ten clans must be exterminated to resolve the enmity between them.

Of course, as a kind dog, Silly Dog felt that ten clans were ultimately too inhumane, and nine clans would be better.

The old zombie, already pale-faced, with a dark brow and short, thick horns on his forehead, finally couldn't hold back any longer as he listened to the dog's incessant chatter.

His dark eyes, filled with resentment, stared intently at Su Ming, who wore an expression of agreement, a ferocious and ruthless look appearing on his face:

"He's already thrown away his weapons and coffin, what else is there to be afraid of? Kill him..."

Clang—

Accompanied by a dark afterimage,

A sudden clang of metal clashing rang out.

Su Ming appeared before them without them noticing, holding the Sinful Dagger in his right hand. He easily severed its head, and the head with its short, thick horns was now held in his hand with an expression of disbelief, its eyes, filled with resentment, beginning to dim.

Snapped!

Another headless body fell to the ground, raising clouds of dust.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

Su Ming casually tossed the severed head into the air, kicking it like a soccer ball, then looked around with a smug grin at the terrified old zombies and powerful evil spirits who hadn't even had time to react.

"Not together?"

These words immediately triggered a chain reaction!

"Kill him, or we're all dead!"

The last old zombie gritted its teeth and decisively pounced forward, wanting to fight to the death.

With so many members of the zombie clan dying one after another, this blood feud is now difficult to resolve. Running away is out of the question; they can only fight to the death.

It spewed out purple gas, which attacked Su Ming in front of it.

That was a wisp of its innate corpse energy contained deep underground, one of its most powerful techniques. Once struck, it was incurable, leaving only a pool of blood.

At such close range, coupled with its sudden attack, Su Ming will definitely not have time to react, and there will still be a sliver of a chance to kill this monster in human skin.

Unfortunately, before its innate corpse energy could cover Su Ming, a violent flame suddenly erupted, instantly devouring the purple corpse energy.

A fleeting glimmer of light flashed amidst the raging flames, instantly severing the old zombie's head. A forbidden power frantically eroded its body, extinguishing its last vestige of life.

As the flying head sank into darkness, it caught a glimpse of the other powerful evil spirits turning and fleeing without hesitation.

Clearly, compared to the old zombie's desperate fight.

The few remaining powerful evil spirits chose to flee.

You bunch of idiots, do you really think you can get away?!

The zombie head's eyes dimmed, plunging into complete darkness.