Chapter 760: Husband, Let

Zhao Xiao ordered everyone to pick up their chopsticks.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou knew a fight was about to begin.

He scanned the room and said to Li Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, are you really the lord of Tiemenbao?"

Li Li Banfeng did not answer.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou had already guessed the answer: "That day I entered Li Li Zhijuan's room, I didn't leave any traces, did I?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "No traces at all."

"Then how did you recognize me?"

Gloves stood beside Li Li Banfeng, shaking his index finger: "Old Ancestor, I smelled the scent on you."

"I remember I concealed all my scent that day."

Gloves replied: "You hid ninety-nine percent of it—only a trace remained. At first I couldn't tell, but I thought all night at home and finally realized: it was you."

Xiao Xiao Qianshou sighed: "No matter how careful you are, the real danger comes from within. Lu Lu Wujiu, I'll give you one more chance—will you return to my side?"

Gloves shook his index finger: "Returning to you is boring. Wouldn't it be better if you just walked straight into my belly?"

"That's an arrogant thing to say," Xiao Xiao Qianshou turned to Li Qi again. "If I'd left just one day earlier, would there have been all this trouble?"

"Yes," Li Li Banfeng nodded. "But why didn't you leave?"

Xiao Xiao Qianshou laughed: "I'm a thief. Thieves are never satisfied. I finally got my hands on something valuable—how could I walk away?"

Li Li Banfeng recalled the words from Yucui Tower: "Thieves will eventually be killed."

"Killing me isn't that easy," Xiao Xiao Qianshou stretched his limbs. "I've taken how many beatings in my life? I can't even count. Open your eyes wide and watch how your Old Ancestor escapes!"

Xiang Xiang Hongying stepped forward to seize Xiao Xiao Qianshou, but found only a garment in her hands.

Thief cultivation technique: Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou easily tricked Xiang Hongying, feigning an attack on the front door—but spotted Zhao Zhao Xiaowan and Li Qi waiting there. He didn't force his way in; instead, he turned, pushed open the door, and entered the second room.

Inside the Leaving Suishenju, Xiang Hongying couldn't move freely, especially since Xiao Huochē was fully alert to Xiao Xiao Qianshou.

The walls were impenetrable. By the time Xiang Hongying reached the second room, Xiao Xiao Qianshou had already moved to the fourth room.

Xiang Hongying glanced at Did Honglian: "You just watch? Not even lifting a finger?"

Did Honglian sighed: "There are so many capable people here—why should I fight? I'm lucky I wasn't stolen from by this old thief."

Xiang Hongying rushed to the fourth room. As soon as she pushed the door, she sensed imminent danger and yanked her hand back.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou crouched by the door, waiting for Xiang Hongying to approach—then he'd sever her tendons.

Xiang Hongying braved the danger, trying to force his way in, but Jiu'er pulled him from behind, signaling him not to rush.

A song suddenly began: "Meng Po's soup is cold, the hearth is chill; the City of the Wrongfully Dead is packed with souls. The living must not drink the water of yin and yang—beware the Soul-Confusing Bone-Switching Powder."

A flute wailed; the sound of burning paper money faded in and out.

The singing machine arrived at the second room, dragging its needle across the fourth room's door, then sang: "Guests, turn the ledger—life She 'd is written in bloodstains. At the third watch, the bell rings to settle old debts; at the fifth watch, the rooster crows—souls cannot return."

Xiao Xiao Qianshou crouched in the fourth room, trembling all over.

Not just him—even Xiang Hongying and Jiu'er trembled along.

The singing machine snapped: "Why are you two shaking?"

Xiang Hongying said: "Your singing is terrifying."

Jiu'er nodded frantically: "It's like walking the path to the Huang Quan."

"Stop nonsense. Get in there and capture him," the singing machine was confident—her song was targeted, harmless to Xiang Hongying and Jiu'er, deadly only to Xiao Xiao Qianshou.

Xiang Hongying tried to open the door—it wouldn't budge. The fourth room's door was locked.

Thief cultivation technique: Reverse Locking the Door.

When thieves break in, sometimes they lock the door from inside. Outsiders see nothing suspicious; fellow thieves won't interfere.

When the owner returns, the thief can slip away while the door is being opened.

The lock is only temporary—this is Li Qi's domain. Just hearing Zhao Zhao Xiaowan's song nearly terrified Xiao Xiao Qianshou out of his wits. When Xiang Hongying and Yu Buzhuo burst in, Old Xiao Qian won't survive.

These rooms connect one after another—is this place even Xiao Huochē?

Xiao Xiao Qianshou felt along the wall, found the door to the fifth room—Xiao Huochē had locked it tight, refusing him entry.

His ring slipped into the crack, twisted slightly, jiggled a few times—the door opened.

His tools were excellent, and his cultivation was high enough—Xiao Huochē couldn't hold him.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou pushed open the door, expecting the fifth room—but stepped into the second room. Zhao Zhao Xiaowan, Xiang Hongying, and Jiu'er were waiting inside.

Strange—how did he end up back here?

A moment's thought revealed the truth: Li Li Banfeng had used Liankuo Hong Lian Dongfang again.

The three charged at Xiao Xiao Qianshou at once. He glared at them, face twisted, as if ready to fight to the death.

Seeing Xiao Xiao Qianshou so serious, Xiang Hongying sneered: "You really aren't afraid of death? Who are you trying to fool?"

In that instant, Xiang Hongying and Jiu'er hesitated to act. Zhao Zhao Xiaowan wanted to strike, but her fighting intent faltered—her movements slowed.

Thief cultivation technique: Laugh It Off—this skill makes the opponent unconsciously underestimate the enemy.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou seized the chance, retreated behind the door, and re-locked it from inside. He clutched his chest, coughing and wheezing for a moment.

He'd used too many techniques; his body hadn't recovered, and his energy was drained.

After gathering a little strength, Xiao Xiao Qianshou sensed a gap.

Using the thief technique Liu'an Huaming, he found only one exit—the front door. But using the robe cultivation technique Sha Jianfeng Chazhen, he discovered another crack on Xiao Huochē.

The crack was tiny—his body couldn't fit through—but his soul might. If he could establish a connection with his external avatar, he could escape.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou walked toward the crack. After two steps, the scenery changed again.

The room's furnishings became simpler: a table, a chair, a stack of white paper, an abacus, a calculator, and a laptop.

This was Ba Ba Suan's room. The calculator and laptop were tools Li Li Banfeng had provided for Ba Ba Suan. Though Ba Ba Suan wasn't entirely comfortable with them, the laptop's specs kept improving, boosting his efficiency—he hadn't been beaten by Xiang Hongying in a long time.

Ba Ba Suan was still in Yicheng; this room was empty. Xiao Xiao Qianshou was moved here because he moved too fast—Li Li Banfeng feared he'd reach the main room.

"Li Qi, absolutely don't let him reach the main room—this kid's lock-picking skills are too good!"

If Xiao Xiao Qianshou reached the main room, he might open the front door. Even if he did, Li Li Banfeng could still move him elsewhere—but then it'd be a race of speed.

Against an opponent like Xiao Xiao Qianshou, never gamble. Keep him moving through the middle carriages.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou didn't linger in the eighth room. He felt along the door and entered the ninth room. Staying in any room even a second longer meant possible death. To escape Xiao Huochē, he needed to create more chaos.

Zhao Zhao Xiaowan and Li Li Banfeng communicated silently: she would guard the tenth room, Xiang Hongying the eighth, Li Li Banfeng the main room, and Jiu'er alone would handle Xiao Xiao Qianshou.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou wasn't hard to fight—he was hard to catch. More people wouldn't help; blocking his escape routes was the key.

Li Li Banfeng had set up Liankuo Hong Lian Dongfang. Jiu'er blocked Xiao Xiao Qianshou in the ninth room.

"Old Xiao Qian, stop running—where else can you go?" Jiu'er waved her sleeve, and a row of wooden sticks flew out—each over a foot long, a finger thick.

These were custom-made sticks for Jiu'er by the singing machine. When Jiu'er threw them on the ground, they stood upright, helping her form a formation.

The ninth room was Jiu'er's most familiar space—every inch was under her control.

She intended to use the Luohua Miyan Formation. To Li Li Banfeng, this formation was only for hiding things—but for Jiu'er, its uses were countless. Two sticks planted, and she could make Xiao Xiao Qianshou lose his way.

She planted the first stick, then prepared the second—but the first stick vanished.

Jiu'er was a Lüshangzhishang cultivator—her speed shouldn't be slower than Xiao Xiao Qianshou's. Yet his method of stealing the stick—

Jiu'er didn't sense a thing.

She planted another stick—the previous one vanished again.

In an instant, over a dozen sticks were planted—only one remained standing.

"You old thief!" Jiu'er roared, stomping down with Wan Xiao Chuan.

This was more effective than a formation—it forced Xiao Xiao Qianshou to defend, and the stolen sticks fell to the floor.

All those sticks were ruined—broken by the impact of Wan Xiao Chuan.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou had used the technique Steal the Beam and Replace the Pillar—using the stolen sticks to absorb the blow.

Jiu'er prepared to strike again, but Xiao Xiao Qianshou let out a cold laugh.

Swoosh~

A gust of wind.

As Jiu'er heard the laugh, a five-inch-long wound appeared on her arm.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou laughed again. Jiu'er quickly covered her ears.

Thief cultivation technique: Laughter Hides the Knife.

As long as you hear the laugh or see the smile, the blade will strike.

While Jiu'er was busy defending, Xiao Xiao Qianshou slipped through the door crack and escaped to the tenth room.

Leaving Suishenju urgently warned Li Li Banfeng: "Li Qi, move him—tenth room has a crack!"

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The tenth room had a crack—left over from when he fought Old Huochē. Xiao Xiao Qianshou could connect with his outside accomplice. He'd run all this way just to reach the tenth room.

He'd found the crack's location: on the left wall beside the door. Invisible to the eye, but detectable with a needle tip.

As Xiao Xiao Qianshou probed the crack with a thread, Li Li Banfeng used Liankuo Hong Lian Dongfang to swap him into the eighth room.

"Damn bastard!" Xiao Xiao Qianshou cursed—then saw Xiang Hongying waiting for him in the eighth room.

Before Xiao Xiao Qianshou could react, Xiang Hongying's spear tip was already pressed against his nose.

"Old thief, dare to move one more inch?" Xiang Hongying was confident she could outspeed him.

Xiao Xiao Qianshou burst into laughter. Xiang Hongying laughed too: "Old thief, your trick won't work today. No matter how you laugh, I'm taking your life."

The spear tip pressed against his throat. With Xiang Hongying's strength, even Pu Tian Tong Qing couldn't save him.

But Xiang Hongying hadn't expected this trick wasn't Pu Tian Tong Qing.

She kept smiling, but made no sound—her expression grew increasingly exaggerated.

Her lips stretched upward, nearly reaching her earlobes.

Her eyes sagged downward, nearly touching the tip of her nose.

Hong Ying clutched her aching cheeks and, with great effort, broke free from the technique.

This is the Smile Cultivation Technique: Smile Broadly.

This technique can only be used one-on-one; though its range isn't as vast as Universal Celebration, its lethality is far greater.

Anyone caught in this technique will keep laughing until their face splits open.

Hong Ying's face had grown inch by inch, bit by bit—how could she bear to ruin it like this?

She pulled away, finally escaping the technique, only to have a lump of sludge slam squarely into her face.

Where did this old Xiao Qian get this sludge?

This mud is burrowing into flesh and skin!

This is the Mud Cultivation Technique: Mud Over Head and Face—this damn old Xiao Qian still has more tricks up his sleeve!

No wonder he kept hoping Li Qi would show himself during their fight—he hoarded a whole arsenal of techniques and refused to reveal them!

Laughing Thousand Hands certainly wouldn't dare reveal it.

What good is Smile Broadly against a shadow? Can a shadow's face split open?

And what use is Mud Over Head and Face?

Does a shadow fear sludge?

Xiang Hongying flew into a rage—Laughing Old Xiao Qian had been desecrating her face.

After two exchanges, Hong Ying suddenly vanished before Laughing Thousand Hands.

According to Hong Ying's plan, Laughing Thousand Hands would surely track her down—then she'd trap the old thief and beat him to a pulp.

But unexpectedly, Laughing Thousand Hands, under the effect of Galloping Through Flowers, immediately opened a door and fled from the Eighth Chamber.

Bang!

Galloping Through Flowers activated—Laughing Thousand Hands' chest was a bloody mess; he'd taken a brutal hit.

But Laughing Thousand Hands knew clearly: he couldn't afford even a moment's delay in combat with Hong Ying—selling blood to escape was absolutely worth it.

Now he had two goals: first, open the door of the little train as wide as possible and escape with his physical body.

Second, if his body couldn't escape, let his soul flee—once he found that crack he'd seen earlier, he could contact his backup plan.

The door was in the Main Chamber; the crack was in the Tenth Chamber—finding these two rooms was the key to escape.

Laughing Thousand Hands passed through the Seventh Chamber, entered the Sixth—nothing happened there—then he reached the Fifth Chamber.

As he passed through the Fifth Chamber, he noticed the walls glowing.

Let them glow—he didn't want to waste time here.

Just as he was opening the door, a woman appeared on the wall, holding flowers, standing in a field, smiling at Laughing Thousand Hands.

A halo flickered in her mouth—and the moment it enveloped Laughing Thousand Hands, he felt his body being pulled into the wall.

This wasn't an illusion—Laughing Thousand Hands lost his footing, truly being sucked in!

He pulled a dagger from his sleeve and chopped off his left hand, dropping it to the ground.

Then he used Steal the Beam and Replace the Pillar, substituting his own left hand for his body.

His left hand vanished in the halo, devoured by the girl of the Fifth Chamber.

At the sight of the technique, Laughing Thousand Hands froze: "This is Hundred Flowers Kill—you're from Lai Lai Wuju—"

Before he finished speaking, the halo engulfed him again—this time he couldn't hold his form; he tried to cut off another piece of flesh to block the attack, but now he couldn't even grip his knife.

Laughing Thousand Hands was filled with regret—he'd been too careless, lulled by the ease of the first two chambers, and let his guard down here. Had he shown even a sliver of caution, he wouldn't be in this mess.

As he was about to be fully swallowed, a woman's song echoed from outside the door.

"Use human skin as rent, leave your shattered soul to hear the dying watch, the Inn of the Huang Quan knows no dawn or dusk—life and death are but a single dream!"

The Singer entered the Fifth Chamber—a cloud of steam enveloped Laughing Thousand Hands.

Lucky the Singer arrived in time—if not, Laughing Thousand Hands would've been devoured whole by the Fifth Chamber.

The Singer scolded: "You wretched hussy, is this how you treat guests?"

Seeing the Singer arrive, the Fifth Chamber girl quickly retreated into the depths of the field, her face full of grievance.

Laughing Thousand Hands, still shaken, gasped for breath.

Beneath the steam, Zhao Xiao comforted him: "Master, don't fear—that wretched hussy wanted to eat you, but I stopped her."

"You really stopped her?" Laughing Thousand Hands smiled, activating the Smile Cultivation Technique.

The Singer burst into laughter: "Would I lie to you? Such fine material—I'd keep it all for myself, never give it to anyone else!"

Laughing Thousand Hands tried to open the door and flee—but outside stood Li Qi.

Li Qi joined the Singer in laughter—and with their laughter, the Singer's song "Inn of the Huang Quan" grew even more haunting: "Moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky, the path to the Huang Quan winds past the Ghost Gate, a lone lamp illuminates a faded sign, blood-written shop name hanging in the wind."

Amid the song, faint chatter mingled—as if the inn's servants were calling out to guests at the door.

"Welcome, honored guest!"

Overcome by terror, Laughing Thousand Hands' soul grew unstable—on the verge of leaving his body.

Li Li Banfeng kept laughing, casually activating Five Horses Tear Apart.

Laughing Thousand Hands lunged first, trying to steal Li Li Banfeng's tendons and organs—but extracted nothing.

"Wanderer Without Borders"—Laughing Thousand Hands believed his ambush succeeded, yet achieved nothing—he realized Li Li Banfeng had used an extremely powerful technique.

In Laughing Thousand Hands' understanding, a technique like Wanderer Without Borders couldn't be activated through a magic treasure.

Could Li Qi have borrowed the technique from Hong Ying using the Deep Courtyard Technique?

In Laughing Thousand Hands' memory, Hong Ying had the Cloud Above Clouds cultivation base—she possessed three Cloud Above Clouds techniques, none of which was Wanderer Without Borders.

Crack!

Five Horses Tear Apart activated—Laughing Thousand Hands' body split open.

Severely wounded, Laughing Thousand Hands could no longer control his soul—the Singer let out a whoosh and sucked his soul into the trumpet mouth.

"Brothers and sisters, hurry to the table and eat!" The Singer's water tank churned violently—this meal seemed to have overfilled her.

Jiu'er warned everyone: "Be careful while eating—this old thief has many hands."

Gloves added: "True enough—all these hands need guarding; some have lost their will, others are still alive."

This meal was no ordinary affair—everyone in the house took it seriously.

Though Li Qi had previously slain the Blade Cultivation Ancestor and brought back the Power Cultivation Champion, neither matched Laughing Thousand Hands in quality.

Whether in cultivation base or Dao mastery, Laughing Thousand Hands was top-tier—anyone in the house who could feast on even a bite of him would gain tremendous advancement.

Even the usually silent Second Chamber spoke up: "Brother Li Banfeng, we should often exchange techniques."

Li Banfeng Yi laughed: "Old Jia, do you know what 'exchange' means?"

Li Li Banfeng nodded: "He wants a piece of meat—give him one."

"Wait a minute—first make him explain clearly: what do you mean by 'exchange'?"

Previously, when learning Shadow Cultivation Techniques, Li Banfeng Yi had always begged and cajoled—today he wanted to change his attitude.

Li Li Banfeng looked at the Singer—he sensed something was wrong with her.

Gulu gulu~ gulu gulu~

The Singer's water tank churned continuously.

Huh~

The trumpet mouth spewed steam erratically—sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

"Wife, what's wrong?" Li Li Banfeng stepped forward to inspect the Singer.

"Aiyagagaga!" The Singer's body suddenly swelled—doubling in size, forcing Li Li Banfeng to look up.

Soon after, her body shrank again, returning to Li Li Banfeng's height.

"My darling wife, what's happened? Stop eating—come see what's wrong!"

The whole family turned to the Singer, who gasped twice: "Husband, I feel terribly hot."

"Are you running a fever?"

Li Li Banfeng hurried to fetch a bucket of water to cool her down.

"Wife, let me wipe you down first—Hulu, check what's wrong with her! Jiu'er, you know some medicine too—just tell me the illness, I'll use Pillow of Supreme Peace—"

Thud!

The Singer extended her giant trumpet and swallowed Li Li Banfeng's head whole.

Li Li Banfeng muffled: "Wife, you're really hot—let me out first! Tell me where it hurts, husband's here!"

Everyone saw this and assumed the couple was being affectionate—they paid no mind and kept eating.

Gloves panicked: "Master told you not to eat—can't you hear? Get Master out first!"

Everyone rushed forward, grabbing Li Li Banfeng and pulling—after much effort, they finally yanked his head free.

Li Li Banfeng's hair was now a wild curl—minor issue; the key was the Singer's temperature remained dangerously high.

Li Li Banfeng opened the casing and found many pipes glowing red-hot.

"Wife, what's going on?"

"Husband, I think I've gotten fatter!"

"Fatter's good—the fatter the wife, the more prosperous the household." Li Li Banfeng dipped a towel in cool water and carefully cooled her down.

"Husband, I want to give you a big, plump baby."

"Having a baby's good—it'll surely look like you." A gear slipped out—Li Li Banfeng carefully repositioned it.

"Husband, do you really think the baby looks like me?"

"Of course! My wife is so beautiful—if you give birth to a daughter, she'll be a peerless beauty."

"Husband, I knew you doted on me."

*Clang! *

As the rear door slammed shut, Li Li Banfeng's head got stuck again inside the compartment.

The gloves pulled the door open, and Li Li Banfeng wriggled free.

The phonograph grew angry, spewing steam all over the room.

"Madam, your behavior today was rather too artistic." The projector's candlelight flickered, using its Withering Art to draw the steam from the room.

The phonograph snuggled against Li Li Banfeng and pouted, "I just want my husband!"

The Companion Dwelling observed: "Ah Qi, take Zhao Xiaojuan to Room Thirteen—there's more peace there; she may be reviving!"

Reviving?

Li Li Banfeng had no concept of this; in his mind, his wife had always been perfectly alive.

"Ah Qi, hurry!"

Li Li Banfeng carried his wife to Room Thirteen; after a moment of intimacy, she calmed slightly.

The Companion Dwelling said: "Ah Qi, I'll lock the door. Come visit whenever you have time."

The phonograph clung to Li Li Banfeng: "Husband, stay with me."

Li Li Banfeng truly couldn't bear to leave the phonograph, but the Companion Dwelling urged: "Ah Qi, listen—let the girl stay alone in the main chamber. Everyone's still eating, and they don't know why you sent the phonograph to Room Thirteen. They can't hear what the Companion Dwelling said."

Jiu'er finished eating, wiped her lips, and said: "Zhao Xiaojuan said she wants to give Ah Qi a baby—how could she possibly bear one with that structure?"

Hong Ying snorted: "Superficial! What does structure matter? Does it hinder Seventh Master's affairs?"

Jiu'er glanced at Hong Ying's face: "Hong Ying, you've grown a brain."

Hong Ying flew into a rage: "Who are you calling names?"

"I'm not calling you names—you've grown a forehead!" Jiu'er was stunned; everyone in the household was stunned.

"Get out of my way!" Hong Ying shoved past them and stood before the dressing table, staring into the mirror for a long while.

It wasn't just her forehead—everything from her temples down to her cheekbones had mostly grown back.

At least the bones and flesh were complete; the skin was still slightly lacking.

Tears swirled in Hong Ying's eyes; Jiu'er stepped behind her and began combing her hair.

"Jiu'er, just tell me—is it beautiful?" Hong Ying dabbed rouge on her face, masking the skin's imperfections.

"Beautiful—Hong Ying is the most beautiful," Jiu'er wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, you're smudging the rouge."

"Tell me honestly—does my appearance or figure have any flaws?"

"None—who would dare find fault with Hong Ying?"

Hong Ying snorted: "You're not sincere. If you really looked, you'd find plenty to criticize."

Jiu'er sighed: "Let me look closely. Hong Ying, your features are all perfect—but that original spearhead is still there, sticking higher than your forehead, so now you've got a chair corner growing on top of your head."

Hong Ying touched her scalp—there really was a spearhead.

"This little thing—it won't matter, will it?" A knot formed in Hong Ying's heart.

"No problem—I'll style your hair properly, I'll hide it completely."

Tang Dao asked from the side: "General Hong, forgive my boldness—if the spearhead's still there, is your skull hollow or solid?"

Jiu'er's nose twitched; she held back for a long time, then couldn't suppress it—she burst out laughing.

Hong Ying flew into a rage, kicked Tang Dao across the room, then spun and pinned Jiu'er: "You've eaten your share of meat—let's see what you've grown!"

Jiu'er struggled fiercely: "I haven't grown anything! You bitch, don't tear my clothes!"

Li Li Banfeng stepped out of the Companion Dwelling and stood on the main street of Tiemenbao.

The old man's voice came to his ear: "Ah Qi, you must deal with that old villain's backup plan."

"I think his soul was intact—he was completely devoured by my wife. Even if he left a backup, it's probably just one hand."

The gloves said: "Master, you must listen to the old man—best to leave no loose ends."

Li Li Banfeng walked toward the cinema and asked the gloves: "Is there any resonance here?"

Xiao Xiao Qianshou came with the Ghost Hand Sect; the Ghost Hand Sect served He He Jiaqing, and these film projectors served He He Jiaqing too. To find the backup, they must start with the cinema.

A hundred meters from the cinema, Li Li Banfeng heard fierce arguing.

"You dare plant an emotional root in my eyes? Who sent you to sabotage me!" It was Wu Wu Yongchao.

"You must have evidence—I won't accept baseless accusations!" That was Shen Shen Jiming of the film company.

"You dare deny it! My household spirit saw it! I'm fighting you to the end today!"

Wu Wu Yongchao's voice grew louder; lights flickered on in house after house in Tiemenbao.

The household spirits stepped out of their homes and surrounded the cinema.

Li Li Banfeng smiled.

The gloves said beside him: "Master, if they make this much noise, our job will be harder."

Li Li Banfeng chuckled: "If they know they're making noise, future matters will be easier."

PS: Xiao Xiao Qianshou, you're strong—you nearly burst out of the Companion Dwelling.