"Brother Er Guotou?"
It was hard to describe Hu Ma's excitement at seeing Er Guotou's heroic figure when he was at his most helpless. His heart soared, and he was overjoyed. "You... how did you show up here?"
"You thick-browed, big-eyed fellow, you really know how to stir up trouble..."
Unexpectedly, the imposing Er Guotou waved his sleeves, fending off the Meng Family's ghost soldiers and Ghost Generals. He barked out harshly, but as he turned his head, he scolded Hu Ma, "Why am I here? Huh? Isn't it to get you out of here, kid?"
"The talisman I gave you was meant for you to set up an altar and get rescued when you had no other options! Who knew it would bloody well drag me in instead?"
Hu Ma listened to Er Guotou's grumbling dissatisfaction but couldn't help but laugh. So, old bro still couldn't bring himself to leave me, huh? What a pal...
If he hadn't come and set up the Magic Altar, holding onto this stone platform wouldn't have been easy.
