"Young man, you are impetuous. You need to know that there is always someone better than you. I should have taught you a lesson, but since you know your mistake, I will spare you." After saying this solemnly, the white-bearded old Taoist waved his hand slightly and was about to take his disciples to sit next to him.
Zhong Beihai wanted to bury himself in a hole! Under normal circumstances, his Senior Brother's preaching attitude would not be a big deal. He was indeed the sect master of the Sky Four Palace, so it would not be a problem for him to teach others a few words.
But when he set his target on Samuel, it was as embarrassing as it could be.
The key was that the senior brother was still acting arrogantly.
Youngman, there's always someone better than you. There's always someone better than you...
These words were supposed to make people modest, but now they were like bragging!
It was too late to bury himself on the spot. The only thing Zhong Beihai could do was to bow and bow when his senior brother was not paying attention, begging Samuel not to lower himself to his senior brother's level.
Samuel was indeed a little unhappy. He did not care about this, but it was indeed a little annoying for the wicked to complain first. But thinking that they were all trapped here, Samuel was lazy to lower himself to their level.
Since Samuel didn't flare up, the other dissatisfied disciples didn't dare to make a fuss, especially the Knowledgeable Man in Jianghu, who signaled with his eyes that no one should take it to heart and let them do what they wanted.
The two sides were silent. The white-bearded old Taoist found a relatively empty place in the hall. After asking the disciples to sit down, he began to let them sit cross-legged. Then, he began to check the injuries of the disciples one by one.
While he was checking, Manfred and Saber Twelve walked over, threw down a few ropes, and said, "Did anyone of you get scratched by zombies?"
"Yes!" The white-bearded old Taoist nodded. At this time, he found a disciple whose arm was stained with blood. He turned back and said calmly.
"After being scratched or bitten by zombies, it is extremely easy to be infected with the corpse poison, so you'd better tie up the injured disciples with ropes, in case they suddenly attack normal people," Manfred said seriously.
However, as soon as Manfred finished speaking, the white-bearded old Taoist couldn't help but let out a disdainful snort. He didn't even say a word and continued to check the disciple's wound gently.
Saber Twelve was a little angry when he saw that the Taoist was so indifferent. He was about to speak when he heard Chen Shimin's cold sarcasm. "We don't need you to meddle in our affairs. I think you'd better take good care of your own people."
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