Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo' Chapter 1191 587: Universal Celebration

In a daze, the old man suddenly halted in the city gate tunnel.

He was, after all, an Ancestor Master; his mind no longer obeyed him, but a sliver of consciousness still clung on, resisting stubbornly.

He must not enter the city. Once he went in and heard those hawking cries a few more times, his life would be forfeit.

But what could he use to resist now?

Li Banfeng had already come up behind him, ready to strike. One on one, Li Banfeng was definitely no match for him, but given the old man's current state, Li Banfeng could throw out any random move and the old man might not be able to block it.

Near the city gate, more and more people gathered, and the cries grew more and more dense.

The old man took a deep breath, then suddenly started laughing.

"Hahahahaha..."

The laughter was shrill, drilling straight through the eardrums into the brain.

Yan Qing'er's cheeks kept twitching; she held back for a moment, but in the end couldn't resist and burst into crazed laughter along with the old man.

The few people loitering under the gate and shooting the breeze had been the first to get ready for a fight; they were gripping various weapons in their hands, yet they couldn't hold back either, laughing so hard they were nearly out of breath.

The shopkeepers, clerks, and customers in all the nearby stores were clutching their stomachs, laughing.

Li Banfeng wanted to use Trample Over Thousands of Rivers to sneak attack the old man. His right foot had gone out halfway, but his toes wouldn't stop trembling, his chest and abdomen spasmed, and he was about to start laughing too.

He must not laugh, absolutely must not laugh—if he laughed, he wouldn't be able to stop.

He pinched his cheeks, forcing himself not to laugh, and tried to have the Tang Sword and Sickle launch a sneak attack on the old man.

The Sickle and Tang Sword were both shaking; they were laughing too, laughing so hard their blades were completely out of control.

Li Banfeng took off the Silk-pulling Earrings. Not only was she amplifying the old man's laughter, she kept laughing right into Li Banfeng's ears.

The old man turned his head, laughing as he spoke to Li Banfeng: "City Master Sun, the moment we meet you go for the kill. I didn't expect that after all these years, you're still this vicious. Today I'll stake this old life of mine here—even if I laugh myself to death, I'll drag you down with me!"

The old man's laughter grew even louder; Li Banfeng saw blood at the corner of his mouth.

Obviously, the Technique this old man was using did massive damage to himself as well.

Just stall him for a while longer, wait till he can't hold out, then make a move and take his life.

Nice idea, but not so easy to pull off. The old man's laughter kept yanking at Li Banfeng's nerves over and over, forcing him to laugh.

As soon as Li Banfeng's lips twitched into the hint of a smile, the old man's laughter cut off abruptly. His footing shifted, and he suddenly appeared right in front of Li Banfeng.

He wore a strange ring on his right hand, with a spike protruding from the top.

The spike was about to stab into Li Banfeng's neck, but under the influence of the laughter, Li Banfeng actually couldn't dodge.

Bang!

A sharp pain exploded in Li Banfeng's chest, and the urge to laugh vanished instantly.

The Gloves twisted at Li Banfeng's chest, and that little motion just saved his life.

Li Banfeng quickly flashed aside, dodging the old man's ring. In the blink of an eye his figure vanished, and with Passing Glance he blasted the old man into spewing a mouthful of blood.

"You're not Sun Tiecheng?" The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; he knew Sun Tiecheng wasn't a Traveling Cultivator.

"You're carrying my disciple on you?" The old man had sensed the Gloves and was about to chase after Li Banfeng.

Because the laughter had stopped, the people in Fool's City also stopped laughing. Yan Qing'er hurried to smooth things over: "Guest Master, our City Lord is waiting for you inside the city."

The others chimed in: "Guest Master, please come in, come take a look at our place first."

Those overlapping hawking cries once again poured into the old man's ears. He gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressed the pain, and continued laughing out loud.

This Technique of his really was formidable: that shrill laughter not only cut off the Foolish Cultivation Techniques around the city gate, it also forced the lurking Li Banfeng out of hiding.

This time the old man was truly going all out. Even if he couldn't win against an entire city of Foolish Cultivators, he was going to kill this gatekeeper. This gatekeeper was just too damn hateful—without this guy, the old man would definitely have slipped into the city, and he might already have gotten his hands on the goods.

The old man poured on the power, and the volume of his laughter rose again. Li Banfeng finally couldn't hold it in and joined the crowd in laughing.

The old man laughed as he raised his right hand, the ring brushing past Li Banfeng's throat again and again.

Li Banfeng laughed as he dodged, each dodge painfully difficult.

"Hehehe..." A low chuckle drifted over, disrupting the old man's piercing laughter.

The old man started, looked into the distance, and saw a man wearing a pale, smiling face walk out of the thick fog.

Smiling Face Ghost King, Gui Jianchou?

The old man jolted, cut off his laughter, and bolted.

Li Banfeng felt the laughter vanish and raced after him from behind.

Gui Jianchou also gave chase, shouting at the old man: "Xiao Qianshou, I knew you weren't dead. What are you doing in Fool's City? Got your eye on some treasure?"

Xiao Qianshou looked back and said: "Old ghost, I heard you became Sun Tiecheng's lapdog. I didn't believe it at first, but seeing it with my own eyes today, turns out it's true."

Gui Jianchou said: "That's a long story. Don't be in such a rush to leave; let me slowly explain it to you."

"What's there to talk about between us? Whether you're a lion's dog or a little mutt, what's that got to do with me?" Xiao Qianshou truly didn't dare waste time tangling with Gui Jianchou. Gui Jianchou's presence meant Sun Tiecheng was nearby.

After running for a bit, Xiao Qianshou suddenly sped up, his figure pulling farther and farther away.

Gui Jianchou followed behind the old man, chuckling "hehehe" several times in a row.

Xiao Qianshou clutched his chest, vomiting blood again and again.

Even badly injured, Xiao Qianshou's feet never stopped; he kept sprinting madly. Li Banfeng could just barely keep up with the old man, but Gui Jianchou couldn't.

He signaled to Li Banfeng not to chase any further and to hurry back to the city.

Li Banfeng really didn't want to go back, but on his own he couldn't beat this old man.

Back at the city gate, Li Banfeng asked Gui Jianchou, "Where's Senior Brother Sun?"