Chapter 275: with translation of chapter title

Mumu tilted their head, one hand rubbing their chin, thought for a moment and said: "What you said kinda makes sense, but I made a pact with the pact-maker—she can control me, what should I do?"

That vicious ghost hooked its lips, thinking, "Look, it's taken the bait—this block of wood is just a piece of wood after all!"

He said: "Sigh, this isn't easy to handle; I just saw—killing her would solve it, right?"

Mumu became interested: "How to kill? She's different from ordinary pact-makers; she's really strong—I can't beat her."

The vicious ghost: "Um... how about this: later you pretend to be injured by me, I'll conceal my aura, and when she comes over, you can strike while she's off guard, giving her a chill to the heart—two birds with one stone!"

Mumu tilted their head to the other side, thought, shook their head: "No, I made a pact with her, I can't hide it from her; how about you kill her for me instead? Then I'll take care of the remaining three—we'll divide the labor, cooperate, and after we succeed I'll cover for you."

That vicious ghost gritted its teeth; right now there's no other option—otherwise that block of wood won't let him go, so better to take a chance: while they fight, he can escape.

"Alright, then I'll pretend to be injured by you, and when you hand me over to her, I'll strike and kill her."

"Okay, then let's do it." Mumu flexed their fingers.

The vicious ghost blinked, "Come what?"

"Beat you up—do you think they're that easy to fool? Especially the pact-maker; she's a divine calculator, she can see through it at a glance. We have to make the act convincing, or we'll give ourselves away."

The vicious ghost paused a second, then flew into a rage: "Damn! You dead wood, you're playing me!"

Mumu hehehed, then their aura turned cold, and said: "You really think I'm a blockhead? Watch me beat you to death, you filthy thing!"

As the words fell, it shot forward like a small cannonball toward the vicious ghost.

The speed was such that the vicious ghost couldn't react, and was knocked flat to the ground by its tiny body.

The vicious ghost reacted, its arms turning into wisps of black mist that entwined around Mumu's body.

Mumu screamed: "Ah!!!"

The vicious ghost felt delighted inside—looks like this block of wood is all show and no substance!

He increased the output of his blood-slaying qi.

Next second, Mumu threw punches while shouting: "Oh my god, so dirty, Xiang Bing Shan, I'm filthy!! I need to take a bath! I'll take ten baths tonight! Wah wah wah wah, this thing is so gross, I can't stand it—I'll kill you, I'll kill you!"

The vicious ghost: "......"

Suddenly, a sound came from the doorway.

"How about giving you a rose-scented sea salt ball today?"

The vicious ghost, while desperately resisting Mumu's punches, glanced toward the doorway.

As it turned out, the people who had clearly left were now all leaning against the doorway, watching him get beaten.

That's not right.

He sensed it—within a three-li radius, there wasn't even a flicker of qi flow.

"You think you're the only one who can conceal your aura?" Tushan Jiu conjured a bunch of bananas out of thin air, peeled one for herself, and gave one to each of the other three.

Xie Shiyu doesn't like bananas, so she didn't give him one.

They just deliberately acted out that scene just to make him reveal himself.

The trouble with catching this vicious ghost is that he can conceal all his aura, which is closely related to the tortoise-breath ghost technique he's trying to master.

So when Tushan Jiu saw that old master's human skin, she roughly figured it out, and then the few of them, acting in unison, managed to make this vicious ghost reveal itself.

Ten years ago there were many tailoring shops; in life he was indeed a tailor on the surface, but because of some peculiar fetishes he turned his home tailoring shop into a custom scarf shop.

Whenever someone came to order a scarf, he would take the opportunity to touch their neck.

If he encountered someone he particularly liked, he would secretly snap a photo with a digital camera as a keepsake.

Later he was discovered, and everyone called him a pervert.

Some victims' families also came to him demanding justice and compensation.

In the end, during an argument, he was shoved over; there were nails on the wall behind him, which pierced his main artery, killing him on the spot.

After death, he remained obsessed with beautiful necks—first he killed the women whose photos he'd kept, then he became addicted, gradually evolving into a drifting wraith that specifically targets women with beautiful necks.

After hearing that, Mumu felt indignant and insisted on beating him up themselves first.

You know, among the ghosts they caught today at the amusement park, there's also a girl who just started high school.

What a fine age—yet she was killed by this perverted vicious ghost!

So it had them wait a bit before coming out, while it went first to beat him up!

That's why we just saw the scene where Mumu appeared on their own earlier.

Upon hearing Tushan Jiu's words, the vicious ghost's killing aura surged instantly.

"Damn, you guys are messing with me—fine, since I can't escape, then today you all, these mystic practitioners, will be buried with me!"

After saying that, his killing aura rapidly contracted.

Wang Dongqing's expression changed: "Uh-oh, is he about to self-destruct?"

Xiang Yichu rushed inward, shouting: "Mumu, stay back—it's filthy!"

Tushan Jiu, on the other hand, didn't move, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Maomao asked her: "What are you smiling at?"

Tushan Jiu replied: "Smiling at Mumu."

Maomao: "???"

Seeing Xiang Yichu approach, Mumu nonchalantly raised a hand to stop him: "No need, watch me!"

After saying that, it slapped the vicious ghost's head with a palm, and the ghost's power and killing aura were sucked into its body along its hand.

Xiang Yichu's steps halted.

Sure enough, the next instant came Mumu's wailing, ghost‑like howl: "Boo hoo hoo, so filthy, Xiang Bing Shan, I'm dirty—I need rose‑scented sea salt balls, two of them—oh, no, three, three to wash it off!"

Xiang Yichu laughed despite himself and quickly replied: "Okay, three."

I don't know why it suddenly likes playing with bubbles—could it be a side effect from the last time it was washed in the washing machine?

And it's busy every time it takes a bath.

He will stand guard at the doorway, and when he hears it gurgling and calling his voice, he will go in and fish it up from the bottom.

This shows it has soaked well, and it can be given the signal to drain water and dry.

In any case, giving it a bath takes several hours.

Looking at it today, it seems it will need a thorough wash—he's got his work cut out for him!