Wu Tianzhen's super brain quickly came up with an answer, but just as he eagerly awaited Mr. Brain to devise a way out, his mind suddenly froze, declaring it was off-duty and would not respond to any questions from the host.
Wu Tianzhen: ...
He despaired as his mind gradually went blank, forcing him to focus all his attention on the large face of Fatty, who was right in front of him.
Fatty's large face, already prone to frightening children, now appeared ferocious, the clumps of black hair amplifying his inherent ruggedness to an extreme degree.
Wu Tianzhen and Fatty stared at each other for a while. Wu Tianzhen watched as Fatty's eyes turned red, his mouth agape and drooling, a mask of pain gradually appearing on his face.
"Uh, Fatty, are you still conscious?" Wu Tianzhen harbored a sliver of hope for Fatty's willpower, but it was quickly shattered by the hoarse roar emanating from Fatty's throat.
"Holy crap!!!" The moment Fatty lunged, Wu Tianzhen unleashed his body's full potential, bolting away like a runaway horse!
The Black Gold Ancient Blade, heavy and cumbersome, nearly broke his shoulder during the jolts. Its solid hilt precisely smashed into the back of his head with every leap, making Wu Tianzhen suspect the blade was a mole sent by the Black Ape.
...Wait, Black Gold Ancient Blade, Black Ape, Black Eyeglasses...
Wu Tianzhen: Are you guys actually related five hundred years ago?
Mr. Brain, who had swiftly gone off-duty when faced with the serious matter, now displayed its full capabilities on this nonsensical topic. Within seconds, Wu Tianzhen had recalled thirty-two historical figures with the surname Black, systematically ruling out any potential blood relation to Black Eyeglasses.
And as his brain cells competed in a dazzling display, a gust of wind swept past, followed by a sharp, intense pain in his back!
In his daze, Wu Tianzhen even thought he heard the crack of bone behind him. Under the heavy blow, he was sent flying, crashing hard against the opposite wall.
After being possessed by an unknown fierce spirit, Fatty's combat power and speed increased by several levels. Wu Tianzhen shook his head, vaguely seeing the figure of the black-haired Fatty darting towards him. For a moment, he actually felt that Fatty might now be capable of performing Swan Lake.
His bones weren't broken; the Black Gold Ancient Blade on his back had acted as a shield, absorbing most of the impact.
...If this continues, he might die at Fatty's hands.
Wu Tianzhen struggled but failed to get up. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, collapsing motionless on the ground, as if resigned to death.
...Possession by a ghost shouldn't cause significant damage to Fatty in the short term. He had to quickly find a way to drive the entity out of Fatty's body.
...Speaking of which, the Faqiu Seal that Fatty brought should be in his bag.
With this thought, Wu Tianzhen momentarily felt like complaining about the Faqiu Seal's requirement to be in contact to expel evil spirits. However, on second thought, expecting the Faqiu Seal to have a spherical shield with a radius of one meter was indeed asking a bit too much.
A growing hum came from behind him; it was the Black Gold Ancient Blade, growing anxious because Wu Tianzhen was displaying a passive "giving up" attitude in the face of danger.
Wu Tianzhen hadn't known the Black Gold Ancient Blade was so sentient before. He wondered if it was because he wasn't the blade's owner that he couldn't communicate with it.
...Wait, if the Black Gold Ancient Blade could truly communicate, did that mean Little Brother was always chatting with the blade when he was spacing out?!
...Amazing, my brother!
His thoughts became more erratic the more dangerous the situation became, quickly tormenting Blind Man and Mute Man.
At this point, the black-haired Fatty was already close, and the Black Gold Ancient Blade was almost desperate enough to smash its head against the ground. Just then, Wu Tianzhen, who had appeared to have given up, suddenly lifted his head.
...After so long, he had finally recovered enough to ignore the pain and get up.
The black-haired Fatty saw the lamb waiting for slaughter inexplicably reveal a polite smile, then, with lightning speed, throw a black object into the distance!
The black-haired Fatty's gaze instinctively followed the black object, while a shout reached his ears:
"Look! There's a priceless vase with a blue glaze, golden floral patterns, and a rod-shaped body!"
"..."
After shouting, Wu Tianzhen didn't even glance at the black-haired Fatty. He jumped up and ran, exuding an air of absolute confidence.
The black-haired fierce spirit, which had now realized the black object was just a stone: ...Are you kidding me, do you think I'm an idiot—
Before it could bare its fangs to prove its disdain for wealth, the body it had been easily controlling suddenly stopped!
Fatty, who had not yet regained consciousness, erupted with strong muscle memory at this moment, charging towards the direction the black shadow had fallen with a life-or-death urgency!
The black-haired fierce spirit tried several times to bare its fangs and control the body, but was suddenly slapped across the face by Fatty's large, fan-like hand, causing the entire spirit to doubt itself.
Wu Tianzhen, who was watching Fatty slap himself: ...Impressive, Fatty is truly impressive.
Wu Tianzhen was filled with awe, but it was not yet time to laugh freely. He lamented the lack of a smart device to take embarrassing photos and quickly drew his gun.
Two bullets shot out at extreme speed in the next second, accurately hitting the backpack strap that had swung up as Fatty turned!
With the peak power of a money-lover, Fatty's body easily overwhelmed the fierce spirit and continued to charge towards the nonexistent blue-glazed, golden-patterned rod-shaped vase. Thus, Mr. Fierce Spirit could only watch as Wu Tianzhen swaggered over and took the backpack, the contents of which remained unknown.
It was unclear if Mr. Fierce Spirit was in anguish at this moment, but in any case, Wu Tianzhen, with the backpack, scurried away and quickly hid in a corner.
"Damn it, where did Fatty stuff the Faqiu Seal?!"
The Faqiu Seal had been kept close to Fatty's body. As a result, the entire seal had become coated with oil, appearing dull and gray. This pathetic state caused Fatty's nonexistent conscience some pain, so this time he graciously allowed the Faqiu Seal to travel in the backpack.
But—
Wu Tianzhen looked at the dense layers of various explosives packed tightly in the backpack, and a sense of pain washed over him.
Amidst the colorful pile of explosives, the Faqiu Seal appeared particularly inconspicuous. Wu Tianzhen was anxious, fearing that any rough handling might detonate these "explosive gentlemen," so he could only painstakingly move them to the ground one by one.
"Damn it, you useless Fatty, don't you have any spatial planning?!"
Just as Wu Tianzhen was being betrayed by his good brother's chaotic organization, the Black Gold Ancient Blade, which had been lying silently on the ground, suddenly let out a humming sound!
Wu Tianzhen paused his action of moving explosives.
He slowly looked up and saw that at the end of the narrow path, the black-haired figure had quietly appeared.
Fatty's face was now completely obscured by thick black hair, making him look like a tangled mass of black yarn.
His thick palms gripped the edge of the stone wall, his head extended towards Wu Tianzhen, trembling, and he let out a hoarse laugh.