When the young man in green had drawn his line, everyone on both sides fixed their eyes on Sun Niuzi.

All around was silent, save for the sound of the flames licking at the kettle.

Sun Niuzi watched for a while, and seemed to have steeled himself. The tension he had shown earlier had faded, and he now seemed resigned to his fate, even more composed than before.

He waited a long time without speaking, until about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea had passed, then suddenly looked at the young man in green and said, "The water won't boil. It's your fire that's no good. I'm waiting for my tea. Let me help you fan it…"

As he spoke, he actually stuck his head out and puffed out his cheeks, blowing at the stove with the flames rising from it.

At first, the flames only trembled slightly, without any real reaction.

Even the young man in green had a faint sneer on his face, thinking, this fire is already burning hot, what can you do by blowing on it?

Even with bellows attached and pulled with all one’s might, this stove fire wouldn't boil the water.

But his sneering attitude only lasted for a moment, and his expression changed slightly, because Sun Niuzi seemed to have become addicted to blowing, aiming at the stove and blowing one breath after another, continuously.

The rhythm was vaguely unsettling, and if you followed his rhythm, you would find that he took a short breath and then blew a long breath at the stove.

Overall, he was exhaling much more than he was inhaling, almost to the point of suffocation.

But Sun Niuzi didn't seem to be suffocating at all, and instead blew harder and harder, as if there was a bellows in his body. As he kept blowing at the fire, some of the people below the stage saw a fleeting image, as if another version of Sun Niuzi was crawling into the stove from his mouth.

Crawling into the stove as he blew, until finally, he gradually merged with the fire. The flames had already turned a strange white color, burning more and more intensely.

At this point, the young man in green had understood something, and his pupils suddenly shrank, staring intently at Sun Niuzi's face, as if trying to see something.

In the deathly silence, the fire grew hotter and hotter, and after a moment, with a whooshing sound, a burst of hot air spewed from the kettle spout.

The water was boiling.

Sun Niuzi also breathed a sigh of relief, sat back down, his face pale and frightening, but he himself seemed completely unaware, only looking vaguely at the young man in green opposite him.

Hu Ma was shocked watching from below the stage, and guessed, "Did he use his own stove fire to break the opponent's magic?"

"No."

Steward Xu slowly shook his head and said in a low voice, "This is a higher-level technique, also decided by the two Dharma Protectors."

"Alas, our Red Lantern Society has no choice, someone has to step up…"

Knowing that he knew something, Hu Ma wasn't in a hurry to ask. He saw that the water on the stage was boiling, and the young man in green's face also changed slightly, but he still pretended to be calm, squeezing out a smile.

For him, being defeated wasn't a big deal, not being able to see how the other party broke his magic was.

Although he was flustered, he still had to get up, make tea with hot water, and hold it in both hands in front of Sun Niuzi.

"Brother, you have great skills, please!"

"…"

Serving this tea was a sign that he admitted defeat, and it was the other party's turn to draw the line.

But Sun Niuzi didn't even look at him. His expression seemed even more dull than when he first came on stage, and the look of fear had disappeared. He only said mechanically, "Drinking tea is boring."

"It's cool at night, how about I invite you to take a bath, old brother?"

"…"

The young man in green's face changed drastically when he heard this, and his voice was a little unsteady: "How… how to bathe?"

Sun Niuzi didn't answer, but turned his head, and two Red Lantern Society disciples walked up, carrying a large pot in their hands.

The pot looked like a bathtub, full of oil.

They brought it up and directly used the young man's stove, squatting the big oil pot on top of it. Soon the oil was boiling hot again, bubbling with oil flowers.

Seeing this big oil pot, not only the Red Lantern Society, but also the Green Clothes Gang were in an uproar.

Yesterday, they had just won a round with the oil pot, but unexpectedly, the Red Lantern Society brought such a big pot again today.

Moreover, the pot was bigger than the one used by the Green Clothes Gang yesterday, and the oil was hotter.

"Since he used that method, we're sure to win this round."

Steward Xu said in a low voice, "But our Lady… is particular, we must take back where we lost."

"Is he saying the Lady is vengeful?"

Hu Ma thought to himself, how can this be called vengeful, this…

…At most, it can only be said to be petty!

On the stage, the young man in green was staring intently at the oil pot, feeling uneasy.

The two sides had been fighting for ten days, and the most dangerous and terrifying round was yesterday's, which had left a deep psychological shadow on the people of both gangs.

Today, he had originally come to show off his skills, but unexpectedly, the people from the Red Lantern Society had brought up this oil pot again.

Could it be that this seemingly silly guy also wants to compete with him in ruthlessness?

As he was thinking, he saw that Sun Niuzi had already stood up, looking at the pot of hot oil, also clearly frightened. He looked at the stage for help, but only saw Head Zheng standing under the eaves, waving his hand slowly at him, covering his face, and hiding in the house.

Sun Niuzi was also desperate, suddenly reaching out his hands and tearing off his clothes, revealing his thin back.

He said to the young man in green, "It's about time, I'll go in first, you come too!"

As he spoke, he directly raised his foot and stepped into the oil pot. The oil pot sizzled, and the people on both sides covered their eyes and dared not look again.

But after a long while, they couldn't help but look again, and saw Sun Niuzi lying in the oil pot, constantly scooping up hot oil and splashing it on his body.

He had a strange smile on his face, not saying a word, just waving to the young man in green standing beside him, as if waiting for him to go in.

The young man in green was stunned, feeling the countless eyes of the Green Clothes Gang behind him.

But he finally hardened his heart, and squeezed out a smile, saying, "No… no need, brother, you win."

Suddenly hearing these words, a burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the Red Lantern Society.

On the Green Clothes Gang side, everyone was ashen-faced, but couldn't say anything.

Yesterday, they had just won a round because the other side had called out first, but unexpectedly, they had lost again today.

Yesterday, they relied on a ruthless person in their gang, who risked crippling himself, to win that round. Unexpectedly, today they met an even more ruthless one.

But not only was he ruthless, this inconspicuous person must have great skills?

Could it be that he has already entered the ranks of the New Year's Eve Watchmen?

Only with this skill…

If he was forced, jumping into the oil pot on a whim was not impossible.

But once he went in, he would die.

But watching him now, bathing in the oil pot, still moving, with a strange smile on his face, there was already a creepy feeling.

"Hehe…"

At this moment, the red lantern hanging on the side of the arena emitted a strange red light.

Vaguely in everyone's ears, a faint laughter seemed to sound, and then, the lantern dimmed, as if the Red Lantern Lady had left.

On the other side, a faint cold snort also sounded, and then the cold aura disappeared.

Everyone then hurriedly got up. Some wanted to go up and help Sun Niuzi out, but Sun Niuzi had already stood up by himself.

His body had been fried beyond recognition, but he was still walking mechanically.

As he walked, the flesh on his body fell off, piece by piece, scattering all over the ground. By the time he came down, he went straight to Head Zheng's house.

As he approached, he suddenly shouted, "Brother-in-law."

But it would have been better if he hadn't spoken. As soon as he spoke, his jaw opened and a black bead rolled out.

Hearing this shout, Head Zheng rushed out of the house, just as Sun Niuzi's body fell forward. He hugged Sun Niuzi, but Sun Niuzi's body had already been fried to a crisp, and this effort directly folded Sun Niuzi's body in half.

"Niuzi…"

A sob burst from his throat, and his eyes had turned blood red.

Not caring that there were so many people watching beside him, he cried bitterly. After a long time, he suddenly reacted, took off his coat, and put Sun Niuzi's bones into his robe one by one, and pocketed them.

Then, following the path he had come from, he went forward and picked up the pieces of minced meat, all of which Sun Niuzi had just dropped.

After doing this, his head suddenly turned, and he looked fiercely at Hu Ma.

Meeting that fierce gaze that seemed to want to devour him, Hu Ma also sighed secretly in his heart, and suddenly faced his cold gaze, saying:

"Head Zheng, congratulations on making a great contribution!"

"…"

Head Zheng was already on the verge of explosive anger. Hearing Hu Ma's strange words, it was as if blood was flowing from his eyes.

Everyone around was shocked and ready, fearing that he would jump up and hurt someone.

But after a long time, Head Zheng didn't make a move, just waved his sleeve to wipe away the tears on his face.

When the sleeves fell, a strange smile appeared on his face. He nodded to Hu Ma and said, "Good."

"Very good!"

"…"

After saying that, he tied up the coat containing Sun Niuzi's bones, passed through the crowd, and left straight away.

"This has forged a deadly feud…"

Hu Ma sighed in a low voice. If he had a choice, he would never form such a hatred with anyone.

But the hatred had already been formed, so why should he be patient anymore?

Sun Niuzi's end was certainly miserable, but if he didn't have the help of a reincarnator in secret, wouldn't it be him who jumped into the oil pot now?

Waving his hand, he declined the words of comfort that Steward Xu wanted to give him. Seeing that the two Dharma Protectors had already left with lanterns, and the people on both sides of the arena had also left one after another.

He sat on the chair for a while, took out three sticks of incense from his arms, came to the front of the arena, lit them, gently inserted them, and said silently, "If you have any grievances in your heart, don't come looking for me."

"No one in this world is without grievances, and I really don't want to kill you again…"

Chapter 2 Only two chapters today, I have to hurry up and write the manuscript.