The Unlucky Wu Gong (2)
Redakteur: Atlas Studios
"Let him lie down for a while more! He has so much to do every day. It's very tiring," the tall and thin black-clothed Mystic Sovereign said very kindly.
"Alright! Then let him lie down for ten minutes," Cheng Wu said after some thought.
"Yes." The Mystic Sovereigns nodded.
Ten minutes later.
The Mystic Sovereign holding the rope made a circle and wrapped it around Wu Gong's neck. He was about to pull him out of the toilet when he was stopped.
"Wait," the tall and thin black-robed Mystic Sovereign stopped him.
"Uh! Hei Zi, what's the matter?" the Mystic Sovereign asked in surprise.
"Don't let me take my tools for nothing!" The Mystic Sovereign, who was called Heizi, said with a naughty smile. He looked at the stick in his hand and smashed it fiercely on Wu Gong's head without hesitation. Immediately, blood flowed down Wu Gong's head!
"Alright, drag it up!" Blackie said after the fight.