bullyxtreme Chapter 21 A Bold and Demonic Prodigy, Playing the Mystic
Chapter 21 A Bold and Demonic Prodigy, Playing the Mystic
Foxy smell.
Li Tingyun held his breath.
The fox demon's large, furry tail wrapped around him.
The fluffy, straight fox fur at the tip of its tail was almost poking into his eyes.
"They're asking you a question..."
The fox demon did not transform into human form, but remained in its fox form, jumping onto the boy's shoulders and leaning down to sniff with its nose.
"Young man, do you want to fight him?"
Li Tingyun remained unfazed: "It's not allowed to harass minors, it'll get blocked."
The fox demon's eyes glowed with an eerie green light. "What nonsense are you spouting?"
"Furrying is even worse; bestiality will definitely get you banned by the internet cafe administrators!"
"..."
Fox Demon: "But they're talking about a proper fight."
Li Tingyun: "Oh, then let me go, and we'll have a fair fight."
The fox demon immediately jumped off him, transforming into the appearance of a little girl, barefoot with bells hanging from her ankles.
He raised his hands and clapped them twice in the air, thus dispelling the sorcery that had been binding Li Tingyun.
The little girl smiled at the boy, her innocence almost eerily strange.
She said excitedly, "We need to agree on this first, you teach me..."
There was a "boom".
Thunder and lightning.
The room was instantly bright as day, but the light and shadow quickly dimmed.
The air was filled with the smell of burning hair.
Are you really stupid, or are you pretending?
Li Tingyun held the century-old lightning-struck wood in his hand and looked at the fox spirit whose face was charred black, smoke was billowing from her seven orifices, and her hair was exploding.
He exclaimed in surprise, "A thousand-year-old monster is actually easier to fool than the little match girl?"
These one hundred merits are practically free.
"You, you lied to me..."
The fox demon's lips trembled. Her once beautiful face was now burned by lightning, resembling that of a charcoal-selling bear spirit, but this only made her two lines of tears appear crystal clear.
"..."
Li Tingyun was stunned by her gaze; one eye was bigger than the other. He asked, "Are you alright?!"
The fox demon raised her two dirty arms, wiping away the endless stream of tiny pearls, and sobbed, "You're so mean... I'm only a thousand years old this year, and my second tail had only just grown a little bit when you... you burned it all away, waaaaah..."
Li Tingyun's expression froze.
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He watched helplessly as the fox spirit plopped down on the ground and began to wail loudly.
At the same time, Li Tingyun felt a hand lightly rest on his shoulder.
He looked back.
A corpse sat in the coffin, its neck cracking as it turned.
He stared at him with empty, lifeless eyes.
The joints of a dead person are stiff, and the corpse is like a puppet on strings, struggling to move.
Li Tingyun swallowed hard and raised the century-old lightning-struck wood.
Just then, the corpse spoke.
"Sir, please give me back my pants."
The sound seemed to be coming from his stomach, which showed how difficult it was for him to speak.
After saying this, he stretched out his arms and legs, and with a "thud," he lay back down in the coffin.
There has been absolutely no further activity.
It opened its mouth slightly and exhaled a cloud of white mist.
The white mist transformed into human figures.
A naked figure wearing only a loincloth.
The spirit lingered wistfully in the house, unwilling to leave.
"..."
Li Tingyun immediately took out his soul-collecting tools.
"Brother, blame your bad luck."
The road to the gates of hell has been paved before him; how could he possibly refuse to take his soul upon seeing it?
After a while.
Li Tingyun picked up the glass lamp and looked at the humanoid soul inside, which had shrunk several times over.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a sinister voice: "Give me back my pants! Give me back my pants!"
The eldest brother persisted relentlessly, chasing after the clothes and pants.
"I'll burn it for you when we get to the underworld."
Li Tingyun tapped on the glass lampshade, "Don't harbor such deep resentment, or you'll easily turn into a vengeful ghost."
He put the soul-guiding lamp into his Qiankun bag, and only then did he have the energy to deal with the wailing fox spirit.
“Our ancestor is over a thousand years old, please shut up first, let’s have a proper talk.”
Li Tingyun squatted down in front of her. When all his reasoning failed, he simply picked up the lightning-struck wood and threatened her, "If you cry again, I can have crispy and tender fox meat tonight! Cry, cry louder, why can't I hear you?"
The fox demon fought back tears, her shoulders trembling. "Despicable human! How dare you bully me like this... Do you even know who my father is?!"
"Didn't your mother tell you who your father is?"
"you!"
"I?"
"you you you!"
"Me me me?"
Li Tingyun struck her on the back of the neck with a club.
He knocked her unconscious.
They were taken into the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
With a sigh, I realized that the magical artifact my master chose was truly amazing.
It's fully automatic, beginner-friendly, requires no magic power, and has no incantations.
He shook the Immortal Binding Lock on his wrist and transmitted his voice, "Master? Master, answer the phone quickly!"
It has a sense of pride, like a stray puppy bringing home a full load of junk.
Mei Shiyu was still confused on the other end of the line. What exactly was this "telephone" thing?!
"Yuanbao, listen, there's some noise on the street outside."
"Yes, Master, I heard you."
Li Tingyun walked to the window and reached out to touch the window frame.
Unsurprisingly, the seal was not triggered.
This means that he can walk out safely without any problems.
He pushed open the window, propped it up with a fork, and was about to jump out to check the situation.
A force grabbed his ankle and pulled him down hard.
He turned around suddenly.
It was that same ghostly hand that had stabbed and scratched him until he bled before!
This time I learned my lesson and made my nails very short, making it almost impossible for them to pierce my skin.
He was so strong it felt like he could crush his bones.
Li Tingyun took out a cinnabar talisman and stuck it on. The ghost hand shook and released him, then remained still.
A tinderbox can be thrown and it will instantly burn to ashes; it is not difficult to deal with.
Li Tingyun breathed a sigh of relief, but then suddenly heard a faint sound from underground.
It was as if something was eager to break through the soil.
Not just one, but a swarm of them.
Then he saw ghostly hands emerging one after another from the ground, densely filling the entire room.
One of the hands slowly extended the middle finger towards him.
"6."
A bead of cold sweat appeared on Li Tingyun's forehead.
In this situation, what else could he say?
Only one six can be played at a time.
He seized the opportunity, stepped on the back of one of the ghost hands that had not yet fully emerged from the ground, and used the momentum to jump far away.
He grabbed the edge of the empty coffin in the center of the room with both hands and jumped inside.
He stomped on the anonymous man's corpse until it was mangled.
"Oops... I'm really sorry..."
Li Tingyun felt the vibrations of the glass lamp inside the Qiankun bag becoming increasingly pronounced.
Even inside the coffin wasn't a completely safe place; the coffin lid beneath their feet was being pounded loudly by the ghostly fists.
He had to jump onto the roof beam to hide before those things smashed the coffin lid.
So he raised his head.
I happened to see a hemp rope hanging down from the roof beam.
The bottom of the rope was tied in a loop.
It fits my head perfectly.
Silently inviting you to your death.
Li Tingyun: "Is this retribution?"