THE MIGHTIEST LITTLE PEASANT

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However, those usually brought ruin to the users.

He knew that the runes on those talismans were fake too. They were randomly scribbled.

That person must be a con artist.

“Sigh, you’re still not satisfied? Why are you just like the previous driver? That bastard threw me out of the car when he heard that I have no money.

“Eh, why are you looking at me like that? Do you think that I’m a con artist?”

The Taoist master became angry when he saw how Tang Hao was looking at him, as though his dignity was being besmirched.

Tang Hao rolled his eyes again.

“Let me tell you, I’m not a con artist. I’m from Mao Mountain. I’m also part of a national agency and I’m on a secret mission,” The Taoist master slapped his chest and said angrily.

Tang Hao was surprised when he heard the Taoist master mention Mao Mountain, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he rolled his eyes again.

‘A secret agent working for the country? Can you be any more ridiculous?’

Tang Hao glanced at him condescendingly.

“You… You… You filthy kid! What’s up with that expression? I’m really a secret agent. Here, look at this. It’s my identification document,” he retrieved a red booklet from his sack as he spoke.

Tang Hao took it to see. The words “Supernatural Response Agency” was printed on the cover page.

He opened the booklet and saw the Taoist master’s photograph and name. There was also an official-looking red seal.

“What the hell? Is this even true?” Tang Hao blurted when he saw that.

“Pah! You don’t know anything! I’m a Taoist master, not a normal person!” The Taoist master said smugly.

Tang Hao looked at the document again, then at the Taoist master.

The identification document looked too simple and not formal at all. He also could not sense the Taoist master’s cultivation base.

There could only be two possibilities. Either he was not a cultivator at all, or he was more powerful.

“I say, if you’re an agent of the country, why don’t you have any money? Oh, that gold bracelet looks not bad! It’s real gold, right?”

The Taoist master jumped backward as though he was shocked by electricity.

“What are you thinking of, you filthy kid? This is my precious treasure. Don’t even think about it!”

He clung to his bracelet like a miser.

Tang Hao was speechless.

Someone so eccentric must be from Mao Mountain.

“Hey, where do you want to go?” Tang Hao thought for a while and asked.

The Taoist master pointed along the road and said, “Eight-Gate Village. It’s not too far away.”

Tang Hao regarded him curiously when he heard that.

The Taoist master looked like the real deal.

However, he had never heard Shabby Taoist Master and the others talk about that agency before.

He thought for a while and decided not to ask any more questions. “Hop on then!” He told the Taoist master.

The Taoist master immediately smiled gleefully.