He probably guessed what was happening outside because soon, he heard Run Sheng shouting beside his ear:
"Xiao Yuan, don’t sleep, wake up, wake up."
Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes, Run Sheng was vigorously shaking him by the shoulders.
"Huh... Xiao Yuan, you finally woke up."
"Brother Runsheng, do you know how strong you are?"
"Ah, sorry, they stood up."
Li Zhiyuan turned his head and saw the two thugs had stopped kneeling and started walking towards them, already very close, but because they were inside the return home net, the thugs couldn’t see the two of them.
"Xiao Yuan, what should we do!"
Run Sheng clenched the Yellow River Shovel in his right hand, he had been wanting to make a move.
"Brother Runsheng, cripple them."
Run Sheng let out a low growl, his muscles tensed up, with one pull, he lifted the net, and with the Yellow River Shovel in his right hand, he charged forward.
The two thugs, startled by the sudden appearance of a living person, kept retreating.
But Run Sheng didn’t care, he swung the shovel and smashed one thug’s arm.
The sound of bones breaking was heard, that arm was completely rendered useless, but the thug did not scream in pain, instead, he bent down, his body twisted, and his other hand grabbed Run Sheng, his head and shoulder wedged at Run Sheng’s waist, entangling him.
Run Sheng lifted the shovel, wanting to smash it down on his head, but remembering Xiao Yuan’s instructions to only cripple and not kill, he flipped the shovel and used the handle between himself and the thug, using his own chest as a fulcrum, forcefully leveraged it, just like a bottle opener, and forced the thug off him.
However, the other thug rushed forward with his mouth open, biting down on Run Sheng’s arm, behaving like a mad dog.
Run Sheng gasped in pain, but the excitement on his face intensified.
At this moment, he was nothing like the docile man who pushed carts and farmed.
Run Sheng also opened his mouth, lowered his head, and bit on the thug’s neck.
The thug just used his teeth to bite, but Run Sheng tore with his mouth!
After biting down, he immediately jerked his head, ripping open a large chunk of flesh.
Run Sheng’s face was covered in blood, but his thrill continued to rise.
In essence, being a Chang is being the meanest creature among the ghosts;
And controlling these two thugs, Zhao Xing and Brother Leopard, one is a delicate rich boy who likes to play, the other a middle-aged thug who bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Li Zhiyuan remembered a New Year’s family dinner where Grandpa Bei scolded his cousin for fighting in school: "Looking for a hero in rogues is like searching for gold in dung!"
Plainly speaking, the truly bold wouldn’t engage in such hooligan acts.
Just like that, these two were frightened by Run Sheng’s ferocity and forgot they were ghosts, actually turning tail to flee.
But man, Brother Runsheng is truly fierce.
Li Zhiyuan couldn’t help wondering, if Brother Runsheng were equipped with even better custom-made gear, even if the Corpse had attacked them before, Brother Runsheng might have been able to handle him.
During the fight before, Li Zhiyuan cleverly did not join in, but now, he could make his move.
Right hand holding the Seven-star Hook, left thumb pressed on the seal paste, then stamped on the side of the Seven-star Hook, fiercely pulling, the seven sections of the Seven-star Hook extended and were all stamped red.
Crouching into a horse stance, powering from his waist, Li Zhiyuan first swept the Seven-star Hook towards a thug’s ankle, the foremost section immediately splitting into two pincer-like openings, clasping the thug’s ankle.
Li Zhiyuan, pulled by the force, leaned forward, struggling to stabilize his stance, while that thug fell face down, like a dog eating shit.
This is the move from "Righteous Demon Extermination Records", used to catch Corpses.
The thug lay on the ground, clutching his ankle and screaming.
Li Zhiyuan picked up the return home net and covered him with it.
The other thug was tackled to the ground by Run Sheng, Run Sheng raised his fist and punched him in the face, instantly, like flipping over a dye shop, all sorts of colors spilled out.
Li Zhiyuan immediately shouted: "Brother Runsheng!"
Run Sheng, as if suddenly dropping a beat, forcibly restrained his second punch from landing; his facial expression also gradually changed from intensely excited to naively slow.
Li Zhiyuan sighed in relief, if that second punch had landed, the thug would have undoubtedly been dead.
He wasn’t feeling pity for the guy, in fact, in his subconscious he wasn’t afraid of murdering, but he didn’t want to deal with the trouble that would follow from making a kill.
"Continue, Brother Runsheng."
Li Zhiyuan threw a black canvas to Run Sheng, which layers were filled with wooden flower rolls, each engraved with patterns by Alii.
Their purpose for coming out was to test gears, to see which were useful and which were not.
Run Sheng covered the thug with the black canvas, suddenly, the thug began wailing and struggling, even some white smoke began rising.
In the white smoke, Zhao Xing’s face seemed to appear but quickly dissipated, and the thug stopped struggling.
Run Sheng removed the black canvas, checked the man’s breathing and said, "Xiao Yuan, he’s still alive."
Li Zhiyuan nodded, the effect of the black canvas was surprisingly good, though, it also had to be considered that the Corpse had tortured these two Changs for a very long time.
Then, Li Zhiyuan looked down at the thug wrapped in the net below him, pulling out a stack of talisman paper he had personally drawn.