Chapter 985 -

In a long-abandoned small brickyard, Gu Shi stood in front of a fist-sized hole in the wall, looking out at the empty, deserted fields, his expression contorted with rage.

At this moment, he appeared to be in his forties, with jet-black hair and no sign of sagging skin.

However, ever since he was unearthed, he hadn't tasted even a drop of any "enemy's" blood, which made his patience increasingly thin and his mood more and more irritable.

Before long, Pang Tong walked in from the brickyard entrance, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand, the liquid inside red and thick.

He walked up behind Gu Shi and handed the bowl over, saying, "Make do with this."

"Still chicken blood?" Gu Shi asked without turning around.

Pang Tong frowned, "Losing a chicken or losing a person, which do you think is safer?"

"Bang!"

Gu Shi suddenly turned around and slapped Pang Tong's wrist.

In pain, Pang Tong dropped the bowl of chicken blood.

The porcelain bowl shattered into pieces, and the chicken blood spilled everywhere.

"What do you mean by this?" Pang Tong's face gradually turned grim.

Gu Shi laughed coldly, "You know exactly what I mean in your heart.

You asked me to help you kill Xiao Feng, and although I didn't succeed, at least I personally went.

But you?

When do you plan to fulfill what you promised me?"

"Soon, probably in the next few days."

"That's what you said when I asked you last time."

"You doubt me?"

"It's your actions that make it impossible for me to trust you."

Saying that, Gu Shi suddenly stepped forward, his right hand gripping Pang Tong's throat, pinning him against the wall, staring into his eyes, asking, "Are you sure you're wholeheartedly helping me find my enemy?"

Pang Tong showed no panic and laughed, "But apart from trusting me, you have no choice, do you?"

"Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that?" Gu Shi sneered, "The Soul-Sealing Nail?"

"You..." Pang Tong's eyes widened, a sense of foreboding rose within him.

When he unearthed Gu Shi, he had searched carefully but couldn't find where the Soul-Sealing Nail was.

Therefore, when Gu Shi woke up, he subtly hinted to him, making him believe the Soul-Sealing Nail was in his hand, to gain more leverage and bargaining power.

And Gu Shi had indeed believed it until one night when he kidnapped Qin Mantong and saw the Soul-Sealing Nail from Xiao Feng's hand that had once been nailed to him, realizing Pang Tong had been bluffing and deceiving him all along.

"Come on, I'm standing right here, take out the Soul-Sealing Nail," Gu Shi said indifferently.

After a moment, seeing Pang Tong remain motionless, the corner of his mouth slowly lifted, and his smile became increasingly icy, "Can't take it out?"

A few drops of sweat appeared on Pang Tong's forehead as he forced himself to remain calm, "If you kill me, will there be anyone more suitable to help you find your enemy?"

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it." Gu Shi slowly shook his head, in a regretful tone, "Even if you showed a little sign of genuinely helping me find my enemy, I wouldn't be like this.

But you always act like you're above me, as if I'm the one begging you, do you deserve it?

The most unbearable thing is, you clearly don't have the Soul-Sealing Nail, but you lied and said it was in your hands, taking me for a fool. Is that fun?"

While saying this, Gu Shi's fingers were also exerting force, gradually squeezing Pang Tong's breathing space.

By the time he finished speaking, Pang Tong's face was flushed purple, his hands frantically clawing at the wall.

He knew very well that in a pure fight, he could never be a match for this "non-human" in front of him.

And for this situation, he had been prepared.

Forcing himself to calm down, Pang Tong reached into his pocket, took out a handful of black glutinous rice, and flung it at Gu Shi.

Instantly, the sound of "crackle" echoed non-stop in the brickyard, like fireworks going off.

Gu Shi stumbled back several steps, his face smoking as if burned, letting out a painful wail.

Seizing the moment, Pang Tong turned and sprinted toward the brickyard exit, without any intention of fighting further.

After all, he didn't think he could outmatch Gu Shi; making a quick escape was the only correct course.

Moreover, what puzzled Pang Tong deeply was, how did Gu Shi know the Soul-Sealing Nail wasn't in his hands?

However, now was clearly not the time to satisfy his curiosity; life was more important than anything else.

...

Two hours later, Xiao Feng, overseeing Zhao Guo'an cooking in the courtyard, saw Lao Ha rushing in.

Walking quickly up to Xiao Feng, Lao Ha softly said, "Boss, Pang Tong is here."

"Who?"

"Pang Tong, the one from the hospital drawing lots."

Xiao Feng immediately perked up, "Where is he?"

"Just outside your door, says he wants to discuss something with you, though...doesn't look like he's here to fight."

After a moment of thought, Xiao Feng said in a deep voice, "Let him come here to find me."

"Okay." With a nod, Lao Ha hurried off.

Honestly, Xiao Feng hadn't expected Pang Tong to come.

After pondering for a while, he felt that the purpose of the other party coming to find him was manifold, with the greatest possibility being that the relationship between him and Gu Shi had already crumbled.

Soon, Pang Tong followed Lao Ha in.

Upon seeing Xiao Feng, Pang Tong respectfully gave a bow and said, "Greetings, from this poor Taoist monk."

Not far away, Zhao Guo'an, who was using a spatula to stir-fry, gestured to Lao Ha to come over, puzzled, "Who is this?"

"Pang Tong," Lao Ha whispered back.

"Clang!"

Zhao Guo'an's hand shook, and the salt jar tipped over the edge of the pot, pouring half a jar of salt into it.

Great!

After twenty minutes of effort, this dish was now ruined.

Turning off the heat, Zhao Guo'an wiped his hands with an apron and stepped toward the door, away from Xiao Feng and Pang Tong, to avoid getting caught up if a fight broke out.

Meanwhile, the Martial Monks also put down their tasks, gathered at the door, ready to swarm in and take down Pang Tong at any moment.

"Can't control Gu Shi anymore?" Xiao Feng asked with a smile.

Pang Tong wore a bitter smile, "This time, I really messed up. The next thing Gu Shi will do is probably kill me.

So, I'm wondering if you and I could join forces to eliminate him together?"

"The trouble you stirred up yourself, why should I cover for you?" Xiao Feng said amusingly, "Also, we haven't settled the score for you sending him to kill me."

As soon as he said this, the crowd outside swarmed in, surrounding Pang Tong and blocking all his escape routes.

Pang Tong took a deep breath and said, "I will show sincerity in this regard. Actually, after thinking it over, there's no real unresolvable hatred between us.

What do you say?"

Xiao Feng didn't rush to respond; the logic in the other party's words was correct. It was just a momentary setback, not worth an endless cycle of revenge.

But later digging up Gu Shi and sending him to kill himself just didn't align with logic.

Nine out of ten times, there was a manipulator behind this incident.

And that manipulator, with more than eighty percent probability, was the Devil's Concentration Camp, which had appeared much quieter on the surface recently.