Chapter 367: Pangzi Strikes Again

That ghostly shadow was exactly the Ghost Infant that had flashed past in the alley earlier; it had reappeared now, and its target was Chen Mo directly below.

Obviously, Pangzi also saw that ghostly thing; he instantly exerted force with his feet and rushed toward Chen Mo.

Seeing Pangzi come charging down like a rampaging bull, Chen Mo was frightened, her face turning deathly pale; she thought Pangzi was pressing his advantage, pursuing her relentlessly. Little did she know, Pangzi was actually saving her life.

Pangzi had pushed his speed to the limit, but he was still far behind the Ghost Infant. As he lunged toward Chen Mo, the Ghost Infant also dove down at Chen Mo below.

At the critical moment, I pulled the damaged command flag from my waist and hurled it like a spear at the Ghost Infant.

When the double-headed Ghost Infant was only half a centimeter from Chen Mo's forehead, my command flag struck it just in time. At that moment, Pangzi also arrived, directly and domineeringly grabbing Chen Mo and then rolling with her on the ground.

"Uu…" the sound a girl makes when holding her breath came from them; I lowered my head to look, only to see a scene that was both laughable and exasperating.

Pangzi was rolling on the ground with Chen Mo in his arms, but somehow, as they rolled, their lips stuck together like 502 glue.

Chen Mo's face flushed red, her petite body pinned under Pangzi, unable to move; she could only let out a stifled "uu" in protest.

I gaped, laughing and crying at the sight before me. What kind of situation is this? How did they end up getting together just from rolling around?

"Ge ge…" an angry, eerie cry shattered the quiet, strange atmosphere; I looked up at the Ghost Infant and involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air.

Even though the command flag had been damaged in my earlier battle with the Fire Crow, the yin energy on it was still not to be trifled with; why did striking this Ghost Infant with it produce only a chopstick‑sized wound? That makes no sense!

Is the Ghost Infant just too powerful, or has the command flag really weakened? I frowned, pondering that.

At that moment, Pangzi and Chen Mo also rose to their feet. Without a word, Chen Mo immediately slapped Pangzi hard.

"You pervert…" Chen Mo's face flushed red with anger as she glared fiercely at Pangzi.

Just as they were arguing nonstop, the Ghost Infant dove down at them with vicious intent.

"Be careful… duck down!" I shouted at Pangzi.

Fortunately, Pangzi's reaction was not slow either; in an instant he grabbed Chen Mo's neck and pressed down hard, dodging the incoming Ghost Infant.

However, I realized I was wrong—gravely mistaken. The Ghost Infant's true target was not Pangzi and Chen Mo, but me, whom I had just wounded with the command flag.

The Ghost Infant's speed was extreme, even describable as a gust of wind. From the spot where the command flag had wounded it, a thick green liquid oozed; dripping to the floor, it made a puh‑puh corrosive sound, even corroding the floorboards and sending up a wisp of blue smoke.

I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingle—its blood contained such fierce toxicity… it was practically on par with undiluted sulfuric acid… no, this corrosion is even more terrifying than sulfuric acid.

It had a large green head with a few sparse hairs, and several purple veins burst across its forehead. Its four snake‑pupiled eyes stared at me viciously, while thick red strands oozed from the corners of its mouth.

He thrust out two large hands covered in blue scales, lunging at me with vicious intent.

At the critical moment, I traced a yin‑wind command sigil in my palm and slammed it viciously onto his forehead.

The Ghost Infant let out a piercing shriek and was flung backward. At that moment, Pangzi, on the other side, drew a Samadhi True Fire talisman in his hand, chanted the incantation, and viciously stamped it onto the Ghost Infant's back.

Another ear‑splitting shriek rang out; thick blue smoke rose from the Ghost Infant's back, and Pangzi's hands also suffered minor injuries upon contact.

"Five hundred thunder ancestors are stored in the palm; pushing open the split heaven and earth, they also rush…"

"Heaven's five thunder generals, earth's five thunder masters, generals and masters emerge together…"

The Five Thunder Palm of Huaguang and the Five Thunder Palm of Mao Shan mercilessly struck the wounded Ghost Infant; I and Pangzi had no intention of letting him go. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot, hit the snake while holding the stick—a principle we both understand.

But the Ghost Infant's hand was also incredibly agile; it managed to halt its motion mid‑air with a whoosh, like a sudden breeze, and vanished from our sight in the blink of an eye.

By then, Pangzi and I could no longer retract our palms; we merely tilted our hands and collided with a bang. As we grimaced, rubbing our foreheads and crying out in pain, the Ghost Infant hovered nearby in the air, grinning darkly and eerily.

Its pupils widened like bell‑shaped drums, the smile at the corners of its mouth grew broader, its chubby face bore the wrinkles of an old man; as those wrinkles rippled, the purple veins on its forehead kept twitching.

The snake pupils narrowed slightly, the forked tongue twitched eerily, licked the lips, undoubtedly adding more eeriness to its sinister look.

It seemed to understand human nature, knowing that Pangzi and I were not to be provoked; it hovered cautiously in the air, watching us. When its gaze swept over Chen Mo, a flicker of unwillingness flashed in its eyes, then it turned its eyeballs, bit its lip, and with a whoosh flew toward the outskirts of the alley.

"Stop him, he's trying to escape!" Pangzi pulled a talisman from his pocket, and I, without hesitation, executed a donkey roll, snatched up the command flag from the ground, and hurled it at him in mid‑air.

Again this old trick, but this time he could not avoid being struck by the command flag; he fell from the air.

Pangzi immediately slapped the talisman onto his back without hesitation; we coordinated perfectly and dealt the Ghost Infant another heavy blow.

Pangzi took off his shirt, preparing to cast the Ghost‑Binding Spell to capture him.

Suddenly, the Ghost Infant lying on the ground turned its head, the corners of its mouth curled up again, revealing an eerie smile.

"Not good…" a dangerous signal flashed in my mind, but by the time I realized the danger, it was already too late.

Suddenly I smelled a refreshing fragrance, unlike ordinary floral scent; this aroma made every pore of my body feel comfortable, and I felt drowsy, wanting to lie down and sleep.

The surrounding scenery kept changing; eventually, neither Pangzi nor Chen Mo was present. I found myself deep in a fragrant green meadow, with swallows flying, orioles singing, birds chirping amid flowers. Before me, a golden‑yellow flower slowly unfurled. It was like a lamp in the moonlight, a mother's embrace, bringing a sense of belonging, relaxing the deepest defenses of the heart.

My whole body's pores opened, as if I were soaking in a hot spring, feeling completely relaxed. My mind warned me of immense danger ahead, yet my body moved uncontrollably toward it, step by step.

Thus, my consciousness began to erode under laziness and comfort; I walked slowly toward that golden‑yellow flower, each step reducing the pressure on my body, my pores opening wider, while a subconscious voice kept whispering in my mind: go, go, that is your dreamland; once you reach the end, your beautiful wish will be fulfilled.

I slowly approached the golden‑yellow flower; its petals exuded a refreshing aura, crystal‑clear dewdrops emitted a kind light, and my hands moved of their own accord to touch it. At that moment, I seemed to see myself smiling as I entered the paradise others dream of.

"Roar…" just as my hands were about to touch the petals, a earth‑shaking roar rang out from the flat ground, startling me into a stumble; I involuntarily retreated several steps, the heavens and earth began to spin, and my mind fell into a daze again.

When I finally came to from that daze, I saw a bloody huge mouth only ten centimeters away from me; its upper and lower rows of crimson teeth were slowly closing around my head, blood‑red saliva dripping with intense hatred onto my face, drop by drop.

I wanted to flee, but my feet felt as if nailed to the ground by two iron spikes; no matter how hard I tried, I could not move an inch. All my strength had been drained the moment I woke, leaving me limp and helpless, unable even to lift a finger.

I could only watch as the Ghost Infant's bloody maw slowly closed, and I shut my eyes in despair.

"Roar…" another earth‑shaking roar sounded; then my vision blurred and the Ghost Infant shot backward at astonishing speed.

Only then did I vaguely recall how familiar those two roars were; thinking that, I slowly turned my head to look at the Ghost Infant flying away, and saw something I could not believe.

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