Chapter 95: Pangzi Is Badass Again

That ghostly shadow was exactly the Ghost Infant that had flashed past in the alley earlier; it had reappeared, and its target was none other than 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 down like a charging bull, Chen Mo was frightened, her face turning pale; she thought Pangzi was pressing the attack, chasing her fiercely. Little did she know, Pangzi was actually saving her life.

Pangzi had already pushed his speed to the limit, but there was still a great distance between him and the Ghost Infant. At the moment he lunged toward Chen Mo, the Ghost Infant also swooped down at Chen Mo below.

At the critical moment, I directly pulled the damaged order flag from my waist and used it like a spear, stabbing at the Ghost Infant.

When the twin-headed Ghost Infant was still half a centimeter from Chen Mo's forehead, my order 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.

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

Pangzi held Chen Mo as they rolled on the ground, but somehow, as they rolled, their lips stuck together like 502 glue.

Chen Mo's face flushed red; her petite body was pinned by Pangzi, unable to move, she could only let out a stifled "uuu" 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?

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

Even though the order flag had been damaged in my earlier battle with the Fire Crow, the yin energy on it was still not to be underestimated; why did striking this Ghost Infant produce only a chopstick‑sized wound? That simply defies common sense!

Is the Ghost Infant just too powerful, or has the order flag truly weakened? I frowned, thinking this.

At that moment, Pangzi and Chen Mo also rose to their feet. As soon as Chen Mo stood up, without a word she slapped Pangzi hard across the face.

"You filthy rascal…" 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 a vicious snarl.

"Be careful… crouch down quick," I shouted at Pangzi as a warning.

Fortunately, Pangzi's reaction was not slow either; in an instant he grabbed Chen Mo's neck and pressed down hard, dodging the swooping 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 it had just wounded with the order flag.

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

I couldn't help but feel my scalp tingle—its blood contained such violent 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‑pupilled eyes stared at me malevolently, with viscous red threads trickling 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 hand and slammed it fiercely 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 fiercely slapped it onto its back.

Another hair‑raising 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 stored in the palm, pushing open the heavens and earth as they rush…"

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

Huaguang's Five Thunder Palm and Maoshan's Five Thunder Palm struck the wounded Ghost Infant without mercy; I and Pangzi had no intention of letting it go. Strike while the iron is hot, hit the snake while holding the stick—this 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 in the blink of an eye vanished from our sight.

By then, Pangzi and I had no time to withdraw our palms; we merely tilted our hands and collided with a bang. As we grit our teeth, rubbed our foreheads, and cried out in pain, the Ghost Infant hovered nearby in the air, grinning darkly and eerily.

His pupils dilated to the size of copper bells, the smile at his mouth widening further; his chubby face floated with an old man's wrinkles, and as those wrinkles shifted, the purple veins on his forehead trembled incessantly.

His four snake pupils narrowed, the forked tongue flicked up strangely, licking the corner of his mouth, undoubtedly adding an extra touch of eeriness to his grim appearance.

He seemed very much aware of human nature, knowing that Pangzi and I were not to be provoked; he hovered cautiously in the air, watching us. As his gaze swept past Chen Mo, a hint of reluctance flickered in his eyes… then he rolled his eyeballs, bit his lip, and with a whoosh flew off toward the outskirts of the alley.

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

Same old move, but this time he was inevitably struck by the order flag and fell from the sky.

Right after, Pangzi without hesitation slapped the talisman onto its back, and we, in perfect sync, dealt it another heavy blow.

Pangzi took off his clothes, preparing to invoke the Cover Ghost Spell to seal it away.

Suddenly, the Ghost Infant lying prone on the ground turned its head, the corner of its mouth curling up again to reveal an eerie smile.

"Uh‑oh…" a sense of danger 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; it made every pore of my body feel comfortable, and I grew drowsy, wanting to lie down and sleep deeply.

The surrounding scenery kept shifting; eventually, neither Pangzi nor Chen Mo remained, and I found myself deep in a fragrant green meadow where swallows fluttered, warblers sang, and birds chatted amid blossoming flowers. Before me, a golden‑yellow flower slowly unfurled. It was like a bright lamp in moonlight, a mother's embrace, bringing a sense of home and loosening the deepest defenses of the heart.

My pores opened wide, as if I were soaking in a hot spring, feeling utterly relaxed; my consciousness warned me of immense danger ahead, yet my body moved forward uncontrollably, step by step.

Thus, my consciousness began to erode under inertia and comfort; I slowly approached the golden‑yellow flower, each step lessening the pressure on me, my pores opening wider, while a subconscious voice kept hypnotizing me in my mind: "Go on, go on, that is your dreamland; once you reach the end, your beautiful wish will be fulfilled."

I slowly drew near the little golden flower; its petals exuded a refreshing grace, crystal‑clear dew droplets radiating a kind light, and my hands moved of their own accord to caress it. At that moment, I seemed to see myself smiling, stepping into 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 stepped back several paces, the world before me began to spin and shift, and my mind fell once more into a dazed state.

When I finally came to from the daze, I saw a bloody huge mouth only ten centimeters away; two rows of crimson teeth were slowly closing in on my head, and blood‑red saliva, reeking of intense smoke, dripped 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 couldn't move an inch. All my strength had been drained the moment I woke, a soft weakness spreading through my whole body, even my fingers couldn't lift.

All I could do was watch the Ghost Infant's blood‑filled maw slowly close, and I shut my eyes in despair.

"Roar…" another earth‑shaking roar sounded, and before my eyes flashed, the Ghost Infant shot backward at astonishing speed.

Only then did I dimly recall how familiar those two roars were; thinking that, I slowly turned my head to look at the Ghost Infant that had flown backward, and once again I saw a sight that left me incredulous.