"Others, don't be stupid. There is still a lot of gunpowder. Go and bury it around the altar. When he is resurrected later, send him directly to the west!"

"Amitabha, good, good, good!"

Pu Xian and Pu Du took the order and were so excited that they rushed to the altar carrying the tinder box.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Tog was completely panicked. Thousands of years of madness had made him forget everything, but at this moment, he woke up!

Grass!

Don't explode!

I...can't I just admit defeat?

Isn’t it okay if I don’t have bad breath anymore?

Brothers, can I give you a few kowtows?

Show mercy!
Chapter completed!