American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Uncle Nine, with a stack of yellow paper in his left hand and a talisman-engraved long sword in his right, stood with one foot forward and one foot back, legs bent, poised to unleash an attack, but he was frozen there, eyes wide.

What's going on?

Has it already been resolved?

In his perception, the bandits had only just appeared, not even reaching the trap locations, when that burly man wielding a ghost-head broadsword couldn't restrain himself and charged out.

Subsequently, he swiftly and efficiently felled all the lackeys, followed by a barrage of rapid explosions. Then, a ball of fire erupted on the female leader, and as the smoke just began to rise, the battle concluded.

The entire process lasted less than a minute, as swift as lightning.

Before Uncle Nine could even react, all the bandits had been dealt with.

"This…"

Uncle Nine really didn't know what to say.

At this moment, the bandit leaped in front of Qi Shan, cupping his fist and saying, "Reporting to the Chief Captain, the enemies have all been eliminated, but their souls are somewhat special. The moment they left their bodies, they fled on their own.

Dealing with the female leader took some effort; we exchanged a few moves, so this delay prevented us from dealing with their souls in time!"

Qi Shan nodded and raised his hand, and the bandit returned to the ranks on his own.

Qi Shan turned to look at Uncle Nine and said, "Besides these bandits, are there any other troubles?"

Uncle Nine came back to his senses. He looked at the villagers and the two defensive traps they had painstakingly built, and was slightly speechless. He said, "There are none, but the bodies of these bandits cannot be left here. They are warlocks, and their bodies, under the erosion of a large number of poisonous weeds and insects, have become highly poisonous. Leaving them here could easily lead to animals accidentally eating them, causing widespread death!

Moreover, warlocks have unpredictable methods and must have left behind countermeasures, so the best way is to burn them…"

Before Uncle Nine could finish speaking, Qi Shan launched a pair of Twin Azure Fire Orbs.

Boom boom boom!

The fireballs exploded, and the bandits' corpses were reduced to a raging fire.

"Is that okay now?"

Uncle Nine nodded silently.

He looked at Qi Shan, wondering if he should speak.

He had never seen anyone who could launch flames with just a wave of his hand, without drawing talismans or chanting incantations.

The group returned to the town, and Uncle Nine immediately told everyone the good news. Cheers erupted, followed by a lively celebration.

According to previous assumptions, this group of bandits was both powerful and strange, possessing strange spells. To defeat them would definitely be a difficult battle.

Naturally, there should be rewards after such a victory, otherwise, the morale would dissipate.

However, Qi Shan's sudden appearance certainly caused a subtle change in the nature of this matter.

The security team had been beaten up severely, each person bearing injuries of varying degrees. Clearly, they didn't participate in the bandit suppression, but they dragged their injured bodies to the banquet anyway.

This was somewhat intriguing.

The innkeeper didn't care about any of that. Anyway, the money had already been paid, and now there was no need to worry, so naturally, earning money was the most important thing.

Some busybodies ran out, beating gongs and drums, to publicize the news of the victory. People from the entire town were gathering towards the inn.

Uncle Nine invited Qi Shan to the elegant room on the second floor; he really had a lot to say.

The first floor gradually became noisy, with everyone eating, drinking, and chatting, making merry.

Maoshan Ming returned to his room and released Da Bao and Xiao Bao, who had been cooped up for a day.

The two ghosts appeared, spinning around, looking at each other and giggling.

Maoshan Ming snorted, "You two bastards still have the face to laugh? If we hadn't messed up at Tanjiazhuang last time, we wouldn't have had to run to this ghostly place!"

Xiao Bao asked curiously, "Uncle Ming, isn't it good here?"

"It's not just not good, it's downright terrible!" Maoshan Ming rolled his eyes.

Da Bao poked Xiao Bao and whispered, "You were kept in the talisman and didn't know, but Uncle Ming got a severe beating just now…"

Maoshan Ming roared with a fierce face, "What are you saying? What are you saying! They ambushed me in advance with so many people; I was caught off guard and stepped into a trap. This is not a crime of war!

Besides, if it weren't for a fellow Daoist being present, I would have had them running in circles. The reason I held back from taking action was because I was compassionate, afraid that taking action would cost lives!"

Da Bao and Xiao Bao both curled their lips, their faces saying you're bragging.

Maoshan Ming couldn't save face a bit.

"Alright, alright! What do you two ghosts know? This human world is treacherous! Forget it, I originally wanted to burn some good things for you two, but now there aren't any. There are only two sets of clothes; make do with them!"

Maoshan Ming snorted, took out two paper clothes from his backpack, took them to the side of the brazier, and lit them directly.

Da Bao and Xiao Bao didn't care what he said, and stood enthusiastically by the brazier, waiting until the paper had completely burned to ashes.

Da Bao reached into the brazier and actually fished out a small robe.

"This one is yours!"

Da Bao turned and handed the small clothes over, then picked up his own, shook it, compared it in front of himself, and complained, "It's all wrinkled, how can I wear it!"

Maoshan Ming was also changing clothes, currently struggling with a few buttons, and said upon hearing this, "Living people aren't as troublesome as you two ghosts. Can't you wear the clothes if they're wrinkled? Forget it, forget it, I'll burn an iron for you, you can handle it yourselves!"

Saying that, he flipped out a paper iron, lit it, and threw it into the brazier.

After finishing, Maoshan Ming looked in the dressing mirror, dipped a little water, combed his hair back, and nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll go downstairs first. Come down for dinner when you're done!"

Although the process of entering the town this time was a bit tortuous, the result was still very satisfactory.

He didn't do anything and got a free room and a big meal, so naturally, he had to take advantage of it.

Going down to the hall, Maoshan Ming found an empty seat, sat down, and casually took a few sets of bowls and chopsticks next to him, occupying three places.

The shopkeeper's daughter sent two large bowls of meat dishes. Maoshan Ming had just sat down when Da Bao and Xiao Bao instantly appeared.

At this time, An Wei, who had been unconscious for a while, woke up groggily.

He stood up, leaning against the wall. Not understanding what was going on, he suddenly saw the sleek and shiny Maoshan Ming, and anger surged from his heart.

I've been unconscious for half a day, and this kid is actually eating here so brazenly.

See how I deal with him!

Several security team members who had suffered minor injuries looked at each other and snickered, "Hey, hey, look, the captain is up. There's a good show to watch!"