Chapter 142

What made Yu Laoban choose to deal with the Fudi passively.

Besides his own weak spirit and large belly, there was also his first god-worship reward.

This reward was a divine ability named 'Heavenly Demon Explosion'.

The Heavenly Demon Explosion divine ability can only be used once, and its effect is a simple self-detonation. Except for those who are single-mindedly self-sacrificing, no one wants to use this ability, and Yu Laoban was naturally no exception.

But now.

Yu Laoban had no other choice.

He would definitely die, and after death, he would be worn as a skin by a malevolent entity; at that time, his consciousness might not even disappear.

Therefore, Yu Laoban made up his mind.

Since he was prepared to die, he naturally had to maximize the benefits. First, the happy times in the spiritual world of the Huang Quan Hundred-Year Stage must be enjoyed.

Secondly, he wanted to leave something for his son.

Finally.

He wanted to act like a man before he died!

"I won't wear you anymore. I'll let you continue to wear me on your body. Calm down, don't go to extremes!"

The malevolent entity inside Yu Laoban began to beg, but Yu Laoban ignored its words, and the status of the two underwent a strange reversal.

Rip!

Blood sprayed, and Yu Laoban tore off his own eyelids; he could finally see things!

The power of the Heavenly Demon Explosion made Yu Laoban feel a bit dizzy, unable to even perceive the pain.

He could finally see things.

Yu Laoban first looked at Wu Xian; his eyes without eyelids looked extremely terrifying, but Wu Xian knew what he wanted to express, so he nodded at Yu Laoban.

Then Yu Laoban looked around and finally cast his gaze toward the four malevolent entities.

At this time, there was still a female worker standing next to the table, and all five malevolent entities were staring at Yu Laoban, not wanting to miss the wonderful moment of his death.

"Five... just right."

Yu Laoban revealed a ferocious smile.

"You all really want to watch me die, right?"

Swish!

The table between the four malevolent entities disappeared instantly, and this table appeared on the Hundred-Year Stage instead. In the original position of the table stood Yu Laoban, who should have been on the Hundred-Year Stage!

"Then I will let you see more clearly."

After surviving in the clothing shop on the first day, Yu Laoban obtained a second chance to worship the gods. This time, the god-worship reward was a type of talisman.

Displacement Technique!

The effect is to swap the position of Yu Laoban himself with something he has marked. Yu Laoban had marked their table while being intimidated by the four malevolent entities before taking the stage.

The four malevolent entities immediately showed terrified expressions, wanting to escape from Yu Laoban's side.

But it was too late now!

Click, click-click... Boom!

The red cracks on Yu Laoban's body became more and more numerous, and finally, his whole body exploded with a bang.

His flesh and blood turned into countless red fragments. These fragments combined with the pitch-black demonic Qi to form a cloud of blood-colored smoke, swallowing everything around it.

The four malevolent entities sitting at the round table watching the show, as well as the female worker next to the round table, were all swept up by the red smoke. These red smoke clouds carried unparalleled power, instantly destroying their body tissues...

A moment later.

The blood-colored smoke dissipated, leaving a large pit about four meters in diameter in place.

Wu Xian walked to the side of the large pit.

He discovered that six pieces of incense were scattered at the bottom of the pit, which were the incense left behind by the four malevolent entities, the female worker, and the malevolent entity inside Yu Laoban.

"Sigh..."

"Exactly six, that was thoughtful of him."

Seeing this scene.

Wu Xian finally understood what Yu Laoban meant by weighing pros and cons and having courage.

Everything that just happened was just a cunning businessman's calculation to maximize benefits after knowing he could not escape death.

Detonating himself to kill a few more malevolent entities was just to increase Wu Xian's survival probability, let Wu Xian owe him a favor, and ensure that the money in that card could reach his son's hands.

But even knowing all this, Wu Xian couldn't help but sigh: "You cunning businessman... you're something else."

The last one, Yu Laoban, finally finished his turn on the stage.

His self-detonation resulted in the death of one female worker.

The remaining female workers were very angry, but Yu Laoban was already dead, and they couldn't take their anger out on Wu Xian and the others.

Wu Xian and the others had completed their mission in the Clothing Shop Grave. They each divided a piece of incense and waited for the sky to brighten so they could return to the surface quickly.

During this period, Bai Xiaolan kept trying to please Wu Xian.

She even left the clothing shop to steal some food for Wu Xian. When she returned, she was covered in blood, and the spikes on her back were pierced with several strange human heads, which was truly chilling to behold.

But fortunately, her pursuit was different from the girls in the Hundred-Year Stage; she was the "willing participant" type, not the "forcing others" type, so Wu Xian didn't have to treat her as an enemy for the time being.

The remaining time was not much, and soon it was morning again.

The light of dawn shone in through the stairs of the grave mound, and the cold wind blew the mottled dust, churning in the sunlight.

"Ah... this..."

Seeing that the clothing shop, which had a dozen female workers just a moment ago, suddenly became empty, with dust everywhere on the ground and spider webs in the corners, those female workers had already disappeared without a trace.

They looked at each other.

They left the Clothing Shop Grave one by one.

Bathing in the sunlight again, Wu Xian and the others all had a feeling of being reborn. Besides the inherent danger of the Clothing Shop Grave, the time required was far beyond other grave mounds. Just waiting for everyone to finish the Hundred-Year Stage had already reached the second half of the night.

So the rest time left for everyone was very short, and almost everyone could only take a shallow nap. This dual exhaustion of mind and body was not comparable to the two rooms they had experienced before.

After coming out, Wu Xian discovered.

Sister Qing, who had entered the study alone, did not come out.

And He Dama and Su Mi, who had entered the guest room together, both returned safely from the Guest Room Grave and even obtained the blood-stained cloth bag.

Regarding Sister Qing's death, Wu Xian had long guessed this possibility. After all, her condition was not good before entering the study, and it was easy to have an accident when facing the dangers of the study alone.

It was normal for Su Mi to survive; this muscular man looked a bit clumsy, but he was actually quite clever.

But He Dama...

Looking at this woman who had a terrified expression but was unharmed.

Wu Xian suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

This auntie...

Could it be that she is also a Lotus Juanren, hiding her true strength all along?

Thinking back carefully.

Although He Dama was noisy and annoying, always acting as a troublemaker that made people almost unable to resist wanting to kill her, she had almost never really ruined anything.

On the first day, when the guest room turned into a grave, she was the first to scream, drawing everyone's attention.

Yesterday, when Guan Daorong was injured, she took the initiative to help Guan Daorong treat his wounds...

Although her loud voice was disgusting, it also played a role in livening up the atmosphere to some extent.

Most importantly, how did an ordinary auntie with a slow brain pass through three rooms in a row and remain unharmed?

But to say she was hiding her strength...

Wu Xian really found it hard to accept; this woman is just too much like a pig!

(End of chapter)