Chapter 631: Chapter 172: Three Words! Make the Tai Chu Scroll Great Again (Vote for Monthly Ticket)_2

“Last chance, hand over the thing you just took, and I’ll leave you a whole corpse,” Zhuge Weiwo said as he stepped on Xu Shu.

“Get lost!”

Xu Shu clenched his teeth, preparing to take out the few remaining items from the Tai Chu Scroll; he had reached a dead end.

But just as he was ready to fight with his life on the line, a voice suddenly rang out beside his ear, “You can’t touch him.”

Xu Shu was slightly startled; the figure in front of him lightened as he saw a silhouette appear.

So fast, it’s Yu Mingluan!

In an instant, he stood before Xu Shu, pulling him up from the pit.

Could it be that the Archbishop has returned to normal?

For a moment, hope surged within Xu Shu. If Yu Mingluan had recovered, then they still stood a chance in this fight!

He quickly whispered a caution, “Bishop, be careful, he is a Great Grandmaster!”

Yu Mingluan listened and, with a serious attitude, said to Zhuge Weiwo, “You’re a Great Grandmaster? Then you should go. The one I’m waiting for isn’t you.”

Xu Shu: “…”

A cold sweat trickled from his forehead. Xu Shu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and quietly stepped back two steps.

Damn it, the bishop hasn’t recovered!

He seems even crazier!

Zhuge Weiwo chuckled lightly, “You say I can’t move him just because you say so?”

Yu Mingluan replied, “If I say you can’t move him, then you can’t.”

Zhuge Weiwo frowned but did not rush to act; instead, he turned to ask the Heroic Society’s transformed sheep leaders, “Has he always been this crazy?”

The white sheep was panting, unable to speak.

The fat black sheep and the zombie sheep said:

“He wasn’t crazy before.”

“He just went crazy now!”

Zhuge Weiwo shook his head.

The next second, without any warning, he appeared behind Yu Mingluan, reaching out to pull out a bloody heart, stuffing it into his mouth, and chewing loudly, he said, “Since he’s gone mad, he might as well die.”

No one saw Zhuge Weiwo’s movements; he just acted, just succeeded.

Within seven steps, his move was a sure kill; such is the might of a Grandmaster!

Then Yu Mingluan said loudly, “Did you hear that? If you’re mad, you gotta die. Have you gone mad?”

The First Master and Fourth Master howled in unison, “Heard it, heard it, we’re not mad!”

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Weiwo turned around to see that the little white sheep on the ground had stopped breathing, its chest sporting a bloody, gaping hole.

The heart he had devoured did not belong to Yu Mingluan but to the Heroic Society’s Second Master!

“A decoy, a substitute for one’s own body?”

Zhuge Weiwo chewed heartily, little caring as he finished off the heart, licked his bloody lips, and then looked earnestly at Yu Mingluan, “Pretty interesting.”

Yu Mingluan remarked, “What’s so interesting? You’ve already eaten one of my sheep, now scram. The one I’m waiting for isn’t you.”

Zhuge Weiwo squinted his eyes.

He pointed at Xu Shu and said, “I can leave, but I’m taking him with me; he seems to recognize me.”

Xu Shu’s heart tightened upon hearing this.

Were Zhuge Weiwo’s eyes so sharp that he could even see that?

He had merely shown a momentary shock!

Would the bishop protect me?

If Zhuge Weiwo takes me away, my chances are slim!

What should I do?

The bishop is so mad; will he continue to protect me?

Yu Mingluan stated, “That won’t do, you can’t take him away. You’re Third Rank; he’s Second Rank; that breaks the rules. Let someone below Second Rank come.”

Xu Shu instantly looked gratefully at Yu Mingluan, thinking to himself that even mad, the Archbishop was reliable!

At that moment, Zhuge Weiwo was still silent.

Suddenly, he attacked again, striking out a fan through the air from the side—an arc swift as lightning hit Yu Mingluan’s back head.

Crack!

Fourth Master’s body cleaved in two down the middle, entrails and intestines spilling everywhere, steaming hot.

“…” Zhuge Weiwo’s gaze faltered.

As if realizing he had been struck only then, Yu Mingluan scratched the back of his head and, pointing at the First Master, who was spattered with blood, said, “Want to try that again?”

The black-faced sheep, utterly terrified into paleness, cried out as tears and snot ran down its face in a frantic howl, “Great sir, no more, please! If you kill him, I’ll die first! I want to live, I really do!”

As the “Prison Director” of the Third Rank, the First Master had completely lost his prior dignity; his only wish was to survive.

At this, Zhuge Weiwo truly fell silent, realizing that Yu Mingluan, this “Fifth Master,” was much stronger than he had anticipated.

But he was wrong; in terms of strength, Yu Mingluan might not be stronger than him.

Yet when it came to experience, he was a downright primitive in front of Yu Mingluan.

Yu Mingluan was the “Shepherd” of Phase Three, the “Red Archbishop.”

His position at the Dawn Church was also called Red Archbishop.

But these two Red Archbishops were not the same concept.

The term “Red Archbishop” in the Transcendent sense focused on the word “Clothes.”

Using the “Shepherd” skill “Grazing,” Yu Mingluan had turned the three Heroic Society leaders into sheep.

However, the sheep were more than just sheep; they were Yu Mingluan’s “Red Clothes,” his armor.

And Yu Mingluan himself was the “Cloth Master.”

During the duration of this skill, anyone wanting to harm the “Cloth Master” must first kill the “Red Clothes.”

Any damage directed at the “Cloth Master” would also be transferred first to the “Red Clothes,” earning him the nickname: scapegoat.

Such an outrageous ability, of course, came with restrictions: the “Cloth Master” himself could not directly kill the “Red Clothes.”

The Shepherd’s sheep did not belong to the shepherd; they belonged to God, the shepherd merely herded on behalf of God; they had no right to slaughter the sheep themselves.

The principle was that simple.

Every modern Transcendent knew that “Red Archbishop” was a particularly troublesome profession.

One should avoid their edge when they possessed their “Red Clothes” and wait for the skill to end, especially when the “Red Clothes” are your teammates.