Eggshell Village, Eggshell Square.
"Dad, go in peace. I'll pick a good spot for you!"
Tears streamed down Yang Qingniu's face as he was already thinking about where to bury Yang Wanli.
But suddenly, black smoke billowed from the bloody hole in Yang Wanli's head. Then, bizarrely, the wound began to heal at an incredible speed.
Yang Qingniu was startled. 'Did the boss step in again?' he thought. He quickly looked over at Wang Yi, but Wang Yi hadn't moved at all.
A few moments later, Yang Wanli sat up. The hole in the center of his forehead had completely healed.
"Dad, how are you alive again! You old coot, you just won't die!"
Yang Qingniu exclaimed in delight.
"Scram!"
Yang Wanli barked, not even glancing at his oafish son. He quickly approached Wang Yi, bowed, and said, "Boss, I'm afraid someone is targeting you."
By now, Yang Wanli had already guessed that someone had likely mistaken him for the Roasted Chicken Immortal.
