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The bullet struck Monk Huijing's right arm instantly, first producing a metallic clanging sound, then a small, inconspicuous spurt of blood gushed from the spot where the bullet hit.

A bullet can be seen lodged in his right arm.

"Well!"

The injury wasn't serious, but humans are still made of flesh and blood. The monk's right arm immediately drooped to the side, and his speed was also greatly reduced due to the gunshot wound.

"Die! Die!"

The 'mouse' laughed and kept pulling the trigger.

Loud gunshots rang out one after another.

The monk tried his best to dodge the incoming bullets, but unfortunately his chest wasn't large enough to make his breasts jiggle, and he was hit by a series of bullets.

puff!puff!

One shot hit him in the shoulder, and another hit him in the leg.

Blood splattered, instantly staining his monk's robes red.

The senior monk involuntarily fell to the ground.

He barely managed to support himself with his uninjured hand, kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.

The "rat" swaggered over and pointed a gun at the monk's head.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? Weren't you going to blow my head off? Now let's see who blows whose head off! Ah~!"

He looked like a petty person who had gotten his way.

The senior monk stared at him fiercely, as if he wanted to grind his teeth to dust, and kept spewing out large plumes of white steam from his mouth.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed at the 'rat'.

As if it had anticipated his sudden attack, the 'rat' leaped back, dodging the monk's slap.

"You think you can catch me, you stupid donkey?!"

The 'rat' grinned maliciously and fired another shot directly at the monk's uninjured arm.

Blood splattered, and the monk let out a muffled groan before collapsing to the ground.

"I'll teach you to be arrogant! I'll teach you to be arrogant!"

The 'rat' immediately went over and kept kicking the big monk who was lying on the ground.

After a while, he seemed to have gotten tired of kicking, or perhaps lost interest. With a bored expression, he raised his pistol and aimed it at the monk's head.

"Go see your Buddha, you idiot!"

Just as the 'mouse' was about to pull the trigger.

call!

A sudden gust of wind blew up the back of his head.

A crowbar suddenly appeared out of nowhere and struck him hard on the back of the head.

The rat was mostly focused on the monk and was caught off guard, so it was immediately hit squarely by the crowbar.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the 'rat' was immediately stunned and fell headfirst to the ground.

Bah!

His hand holding the pistol was pinned under his body, and unfortunately, he pulled the trigger.

The pistol discharged accidentally, and the bullet struck his lung.

The 'rat' huddled together and coughed loudly, spitting out mouthfuls of bloody foam mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"help me……"

He gasped for breath, but his damaged lungs couldn't provide enough oxygen. He reached out his blood-stained hand to Xu Ming, pleading.

Xu Ming smiled slightly, took out a first-aid kit from his backpack, and waved it in front of him.

The rat's lung was punctured. Such a severe injury might not even save him with a first aid kit. But a person on the verge of death, driven by the instinct to survive, will cling to anything that can save his life, let alone a first aid kit that can increase his chances of survival.

A glimmer of hope immediately appeared in his eyes as he reached out towards the first-aid kit.

Xu Ming, however, pulled the first aid kit back.

"What organization are you? How many people are there? Where is your base? Just tell me and I'll give you the first aid kit."

A flicker of fear crossed the 'rat's' eyes.

"No, no! Cough cough! I can't tell you! You have no idea how terrifying that man is! He will steal my soul, leaving me unable to live or die!"

He coughed violently and spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

A glint of light flashed in Xu Ming's eyes.

These guys are definitely backed by an organization.

"Then let me put it another way. You just need to tell me some less important information, such as the name of your organization and how many people are in it, and I'll look up the rest myself, okay?"

"This……"

A hint of hesitation flashed in the 'rat's' eyes.

Xu Ming waved the first-aid kit in his hand, saying enticingly:

"There are some hemostatic medicines here, and you should also have some magical artifacts for treating injuries. If you handle it properly, you still have a good chance of surviving."

The 'rat', torn between survival and 'loyalty', ultimately chose survival.

“Alright! I’ll tell you! Our organization is called ‘Dark Alliance.’ I don’t know exactly how many people are in the organization. The core members are the ‘Alliance Leader’ and ‘Tsukuyomi’s Fate.’ We always wear masks when we are summoned by the ‘Alliance Leader’…”

As the 'rat' was speaking, a purplish-black light suddenly emerged from his mouth, and his expression instantly turned utterly terrified.

"Alliance Leader! Wait! I didn't betray you! This kid forced me to do it! Alliance Leader! Spare me!"

However, soon the 'rat's' face, and even the skin all over his body, turned purplish-black, and his voice began to become hoarse and indistinct, like a scrambled cassette tape.

Xu Ming was startled by the sudden change in his situation and quickly stepped back, instinctively clutching the cross on his chest.

Immediately afterward, the 'rat' melted away right before his eyes, turning into a pool of foul-smelling black mud.

Chapter 325 Fools Have Fool's Luck

Xu Ming took a deep breath.

The organization behind 'Rat' is no small force, and they are definitely ruthless and desperate criminals. He must be careful in the future.

After dealing with the 'rat', Xu Ming looked at Hui Jing lying on the ground with amusement.

"Great monk, I've saved your life again, what do you say now?"

Monk Huijing immediately frowned, his nose, eyebrows, and mouth all scrunched up, looking completely conflicted.

He rubbed his bald head vigorously with his hands, and because of the excessive movement, a lot of blood seeped out of the wound.

Seeing his actions, Xu Ming couldn't help but mentally complain.

You didn't pluck your own hair until you were bald, did you?

After a long while, the monk Huijing seemed to have figured it out and answered in a muffled voice:

"I owe you two lives now, and I will definitely find a way to repay you."

Xu Ming spread his hands.

"Whatever makes you happy."

Then Xu Ming lent the first-aid medicines that he hadn't used earlier to the monk so he could treat his wounds.

This monk is quite trustworthy.

He didn't seem to be thinking of causing trouble for Xu Ming anymore.

It was getting late, so Xu Ming decided to rest there for the night and head to the summit the next day.

The monk Huijing had just finished bandaging her wounds and was therefore unable to leave, so she also stayed at the hot spring inn.

After having a simple dinner of biscuits and bottled water, Xu Ming found an empty bedroom and began to rest.

Before resting, Xu Ming cautiously instructed Asagami Fujino and Arita Haruyuki to stay by his side and to wake him up immediately if anything happened.

The senior monk also found an empty room to rest.

Silent all night.

Early the next morning, after a quick breakfast, the group set off again for the summit of Monster Mountain.

Soon, after passing through the volcanic hot spring area, the group arrived at a wooden bridge.

Across the bridge, further up, lies the summit of Youkai Mountain, where a massive and imposing castle tower stands, marking the end of this festival.

As soon as the monk arrived, he immediately swaggered toward the bridge, but Xu Ming quickly grabbed him.

What are you doing?

The senior monk glared at him.

Xu Ming pointed to the bridgehead, gesturing for him to look over there.

As the bridge was nearing its end, a large crowd had gathered at the bridgehead.

Most of them were shrouded in a large amount of purple demonic energy, and they had killed quite a few monsters.

After all, most of the people who were able to come here were the best of the best in this festival.

But they all stopped at the bridgehead, not crossing the line, as if waiting for something.

The senior monk subconsciously touched his bald head and muttered something under his breath.

"What a hassle. They're all so timid. They might as well just go home."

However, given the monk Huijing's loud voice, everyone present could hear his "whispered complaint."

Immediately, someone spoke up, saying sarcastically:

"Bald monk! If you're so capable, then you do it!"

Monk Huijing glared with his eyes as big as copper bells and shook his fist, which was as big as a sand bowl.