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Seeing that the master’s expression had changed for the worse, the eyeball butler knew this round had really hit hard.

But… it had been about enough, to keep pressing on, and the master might just set it to roast over a fire… If it burned too violently, it would be very troublesome to replenish the water later.

Thinking this, the eyeball butler’s style shifted as he said, “Master, actually, I have a suggestion.”

“Speak,” the three-eyed young senior’s voice came through cold and hard, icy with a hint of frost.

The eyeball butler leaned in close to the master’s ear, after isolating Tyrant Kindness and Tyrant Wood, and whispered, “Master, take a closer look at your Companion Magic Device, a very close look.”

The three-eyed young senior looked down… then saw his Companion Magic Device clinging like a sticky dog to Tyrant Kindness’s right hand, unwilling to let go.

If he wasn’t careful, Tyrant Kindness might just walk off with his Companion Magic Device when he left!

Tyrant Kindness, what have you done to my Companion Doggy?

The three-eyed young senior felt unhappy in his heart and prepared to pull his Companion Doggy back.

But suddenly, he had a thought.

Then the three-eyed young senior turned his head to look at the eyeball butler.

“Yes, master, that’s exactly what I mean,” the eyeball butler nodded, his understanding in tune with the master’s.

Since the Companion Magic Device was so attached to Tyrant Kindness, they could just let him go back to check in later without mentioning this Companion Magic Device.

Once Tyrant Song got home, they would remotely contact Tyrant Kindness to accuse him of taking their doggy away.

And while Tyrant Kindness was confused, they could cleverly suggest ‘I’m coming over to pick up the doggy myself’.

Once he visited, he could ‘accidentally’ get involved with Tyrant Song’s [Eye Demons Research Project of the Confucian Sage].

Then, it would be time to display his true skills and acting prowess.

With his Netherworld Ruler Level expertise in the foulest of acting, joining the [Eye Demons Research Project of the Confucian Sage] would be a breeze!

“Dealt, let’s do that,” the three-eyed young senior nodded.

Now, they just had to wait for Tyrant Kindness and the other two Three Corpses Avatars to recover before sending them away.

“So, master, do we still need the Sealing Barrel? Do we continue filling these two avatars of Tyrant Song with concrete?” the eyeball butler reminded him.

“Not filling them seems like losing face. But if we do, it’ll affect their return check-in time. Forget it, we’ll apply the barrel and concrete later, we’ll just go and fill Tyrant Song’s main body with it instead,” the three-eyed young senior waved it off.

“Right away, master,” the eyeball butler nodded.

If they were to fill Tyrant Song’s real body… he would need to carefully plan, to see if he could mix in some natural treasures with the concrete, so that when they filled Tyrant Song’s body, it could have the effect of a ‘medicinal bath’.

By then, he could even suggest that Tyrant Song, his disciples, the Three Corpses Avatar, and Dark Song all take turns being filled with concrete.

This way, the master would be satisfied, and Tyrant Song and the others would gain benefits, killing several birds with one stone.

I really am as clever as always, the eyeball butler was extremely pleased with himself.

In the vacuum of the Throne of Wealth Distribution, the sunlight was soft.

The three-eyed young senior lay in a rocking chair, waiting silently.

After quite a while.

Tyrant Kindness finally regained his sense of time.

As soon as he recovered, out of habit, he confidently declared, “Senior~, the answer to the twenty-first question is eighty-one treasure spots, absolutely no mistake, Father Goudan has dug them all up. Wait, why didn’t I manage to hold back the last part of that sentence… Damn.”

Tyrant Kindness desperately covered his mouth with his hand.

The three-eyed young senior: “…”

Although he had long known that the treasures he had quietly left in the Netherworld Realm would end up benefiting that Coffin-Pulling Death Dragon, the suffocating feeling when he personally confirmed that all of his eighty-one treasure spots had been dug up was indescribable with words.

That was the collection of a lifetime!

Moreover, only the finest treasures could catch his eye; he disdained to collect anything of lesser quality for his treasure trove.

After he became the ruler of the Netherworld, he never imagined that one day, the Will of the Heavens corresponding to him would vanish.

He was too young at the time and thought he would serve as the ruler of the Netherworld for life, until the end of the world.

So, he began to indulge his hobbies, spending a lifetime smoothing and straightening the rules of the Netherworld Realm, fostering powerful Eye Demons, and collecting treasures to place throughout the realm.

To his surprise, the Heavens collapsed just like that… After the collapse, when he woke up, he found himself no longer in the Netherworld and unable to return.

That pesky dragon later on so capriciously researched all sorts of projects, burning through money as if it cost nothing… it turned out it was burning through his money!

One day, I will kill that dragon and scatter its ashes!

The three-eyed young senior thought bitterly in his heart.

That time is not far off.

Now, after recently gathering the power of the white horse, White t w o, and the fat ball, he could already briefly wander the main world.

Once the world he was tinkering with was fully perfected, he would be able to hop around freely in the main world and even visit his old home in the Netherworld with his real body.

Then, watch him hammer that Death Dragon to his heart’s content!

“The gambling ritual has now ended, Fellow Daoist Tyrant Kindness,” said the eyeball butler.

Tyrant Kindness: “!!!”

“Sadly, you have lost. Next, please help my master find a suitable ‘Successor’ to inherit the Throne of Wealth Distribution’s mark… Although the time I’ve spent with Fellow Daoist was short, it was very pleasant. If fate permits, we’ll meet again,” said the eyeball butler, leaving a heartfelt message.

Tyrannical Song was leveling up too quickly, not giving him enough time to find a ‘Housekeeper Successor.’

Now, all there was left to do was to silently wish Fellow Daoist Tyrannical Song well.

Having said that, the eyeball butler lightly waved his hand, opening the small cottage of the Throne of Wealth and ejected Tyrant Kindness and Tyrant l out.

Still bewildered, Tyrant Kindness hadn’t noticed that the three-eyed senior’s Companion Magic Device was still silently sticking to his palm and hadn’t come off.

“Lost?” Outside the Throne of Wealth Distribution, Tyrant Kindness still hadn’t come to his senses.

“Lost… It’s probably because there was a problem with the main body earlier, leading to an error in our time status. Now that it’s restored, it must be that the main body has finished adjusting,” sighed the self-corpse. “Anyway, let’s go back first and report this to the main body, to see if there are other plans on the main body’s side that can be used to invite the three-eyed young senior over.”

“For instance, we might immediately transfer the Throne of Wealth Distribution’s mark to the members of the group, and then ask the group members to gamble with the three-eyed young senior once more, maintaining the same wager.” Tyrant Kindness cleverly suggested.

“That plan might work… let’s see if we can transfer the mark to Senior White’s clone. Theoretically speaking, Senior White’s clone should still be able to gamble once as well, right?” said the self-corpse, nodding in agreement.

The two Three Corpses Avatars opened a space gate and escaped first back to the Netherworld Realm, preparing to travel to the time-distorted secret realm through the nodes of the Netherworld Realm.

In the Netherworld Realm.

The fat ball, which was previously in a state of self-seclusion, sensed something and opened itself up from its closed state.

It looked up… and then saw Tyrant Kindness, whom it found most distasteful.

“Strange, why would I pop out of my seclusion just from sensing its arrival?” the fat ball wondered in confusion.