Chapter 96

What met my eyes was a chubby little back, lifting its foot and stomping hard on the Ghost Infant's two big heads, shouting 'Awesome! Awesome! Awesome awesome!' with each stomp.

That voice, needless to say, was my soul's Little Fat. At the critical moment, Little Fat appeared just in time, first with two roars that woke me from the bewitched state, then with a punch that sent the Ghost Infant flying.

But… Little Fat isn't incapable of anything, and is even very afraid of ghosts, so why does he now have such great strength, enough to send the Ghost Infant flying with a punch?

Moreover, who did this ruffian learn his fighting style from?

Damn it, if you're going to fight, just fight; why pick up a brick from the ground and smash it hard into someone's head? A brick, that's one of the thirteen divine weapons of street brawls!

After smashing the brick, Little Fat then casually broke a large water pipe leaning against the wall, grabbed it and beat the Ghost Infant with it, blow after blow, the slapping sounds had a strong rhythm.

I and Pangzi standing aside both widened our eyes; Pangzi's gaze was filled with disbelief, while I, astonished, shyly covered my eyes… Hooligan, this fighting style is truly too hooligan.

Fists and kicks, brick and water pipe taking turns, they beat the Ghost Infant until it wailed, green blood spilling everywhere. After a while, Little Fat seemed tired from beating, he plopped onto the ground, panting heavily.

"Awesome! Awesome!" Little Fat saw me standing dazed aside, happily stood up, like a toddler just learning to walk, arms outstretched, tentative steps running toward me.

"Awesome awesome…… Hai Sheng, awesome awesome……"

I…… this is which country's prophecy? Besides Hai Sheng, I can't understand the rest.

Little Fat opened his arms, his chubby little legs taking small steps toward me, when suddenly, with a bang, a stone under his foot tripped him. His chubby body fell forward at a 90-degree angle, his forehead hitting the ground with a loud bang.

After getting up, Little Fat blankly rubbed his forehead; when he felt the swollen bump, he first let out a confused whimper. Then his two chubby hands rubbed his eyes, and he wailed loudly, crying until he was spent, even using his red belly band to wipe his nose.

He occasionally spread his hands, pretending not to notice, glancing at me; seeing me still frozen like a log, not coming to hug him, he cried even harder, like a neighborhood kid whose lollipop was taken, threatening to drown me in tears if I didn't give it back.

At the moment Little Fat turned and ran toward me, the injured Ghost Infant seized the chance to flee out of the alley. The whole alley now only had me, Chen Mo, Pangzi, and the wailing Little Fat.

"Awesome! Awesome…… Hai Sheng, awesome awesome" Seeing me still standing like a log, Little Fat cried even more sharply. But I'm not unwilling to move; I simply can't move at all!

"Snake…… snake-tip blood" Pangzi, collapsed weakly in the corner, muttered to me.

Pangzi, being extremely weak, had used all his strength, so his words weren't clear. He was saying 'tongue-tip blood', not 'snake-tip'.

In folklore, there has long been the rumor that tongue-tip blood is hot like fire, and middle-finger blood is hard like iron; this rumor is not false but real. The tongue tip is where a person's essence, energy, and spirit converge; biting the tongue tip can quickly raise the three fires on one's body.

If a Daoist's mind is unsteady, or they are trapped in an illusion and cannot free themselves, they can also use tongue-tip blood to stimulate themselves, aided by a moment of clarity, to walk out of the false illusion.

Following Pangzi's advice, I bit hard on my tongue tip; my tongue hurt, and it seemed a thick substance was spreading in my mouth. Then my whole body went limp, and I collapsed completely onto the ground.

At this moment, I finally realized my body was back under my conscious control; my hands were weak, but at least they could move.

I quickly turned my body, spread my arms toward Little Fat in an embracing gesture.

Seeing me make an embracing gesture, Little Fat immediately stopped crying and smiled, snot trailing, wobbling over to me.

As my hands sank, Little Fat's chubby body was firmly embraced by me. Only then did I notice Little Fat's abnormality: his body had actually become substantial, no longer a soul state.

A ghost that can condense its soul into substance is either an evil spirit or one with cultivation. Obviously Little Fat cannot be an evil spirit, so the only possibility is the latter.

But I also can't figure out how Little Fat managed to condense his soul into substance in such a short time.

"Ay yo, I say Little Fat, you ran too fast, you've tired out grandma me…" Not only Little Fat, but Grandma Hong also came.

Following closely behind was Murong Jia Jia, wearing a blue-and-white outfit, like a fairy descending to the mortal world, holding an umbrella and walking step by step toward me.

"How come you all came?" Little Fat running, I asked weakly. Although I brought them to Aomen, when Pangzi pulled me out, I had left all three of them in the inn and hadn't brought them out.

Grandma Hong panted, gave a bitter smile and answered me: "It's not Little Fat's fault; he mysteriously dragged me and Miss Murong out. Who knew, halfway there he lost his trail. Fortunately Miss Murong has some skills, otherwise I'd be like a blind fly bumping around the street."

The Little Fat in my arms had already fallen asleep, biting his finger, perhaps uttering "Awesome! Awesome" in his sleep; this appearance had none of his previous fierceness, completely a cute child ignorant of the world.

Touching its chubby face, I felt an inexplicable sensation lightly plucking my heartstrings; this feeling was like seeing my own child asleep in my arms, sensing the blood connection between us.

"Little Fat sensed I was in danger, so he pulled you all here." I stroked Little Fat's cheek, gave a light laugh, and explained to Grandma Hong.

Upon saying that, I only then noticed the atmosphere in the alley was off.

Murong Jia Jia stood in the alley's dead corner, holding an oil-paper umbrella, staring fixedly at the ground. That was where the Ghost Infant had been beaten by Little Fat until its head was bloody, and the ground still had patches of dark green blood.

Meanwhile, Chen Mo had fainted. Pangzi, meanwhile, stared at Murong Jia Jia with a pig-brother look, eyes gleaming like a wicked wolf under the full moon, and let out a fierce howl to the sky: "Ao wu, beautiful lady!"

"It's actually the laughter-inducing flower" Murong Jia Jia murmured softly, her voice tinged with surprise.

"What, the laughter-inducing flower…… Miss Murong, you say this is the laughter-inducing flower." Grandma Hong also started, quickly walked over, squatted on the ground, and sniffed the patch of green liquid.

"Like a dream, like an illusion, drunken life, dreamy death…… this is the taste of the laughter-inducing flower, there's no mistake" Murong Jia Jia softly sighed, seeming to fall into a long recollection.

"What the heck is the laughter-inducing flower!" Pangzi struggled to crawl toward me, shoved me with his elbow, then pointed at Murong Jia Jia and asked me: "Ah, this is the female ghost you brought out from Yao Yirong's home."

After I nodded and said yes, Pangzi instantly let out a loud "ah" and his eyes almost blinked with countless little stars.

"She really is a beauty, a stunning beauty; compared to her, any celebrity model is weak as hell!"

Pangzi jumped and shouted excitedly beside me, and what greeted him was my merciless flick to the forehead.

"Can't you have some demeanor of QingSongShu and chat calmly?" I gave him a contemptuous look.

Pangzi clasped his hands, bowed his head, softly uttered a Buddhist phrase, then replied: "I hate him, Ah Ni Tuo, bless his boundless virtue; I admire her beauty in my heart, how could I pretend to be empty of all four to hide my desires?"

Seeing veins bulge on my forehead, I was about to lose my temper again, Pangzi quickly waved his hands, gave a smug smile, and said: "I'll go check how Chen Mo this lass is doing."

After a moment, Pangzi's voice came again, but this time it wasn't panicked shouting; instead, his tone was heavy and doubtful.

"Hai Sheng…… come over and take a look!" Pangzi waved at me.

I put Little Fat on the ground, struggled to stand, and walked toward Pangzi.

What Pangzi wanted me to look at was Chen Mo, already unconscious on the ground.

"Look, look, look at your sister, you think I'm as lecherous as you" Just one glance, I quickly covered my eyes and turned my head elsewhere.

Perhaps because Chen Mo had rolled on the ground several times earlier, her clothes were scraped by stones in several places, her thighs and back worn into several large holes, revealing snow-white skin.

"I didn't tell you to look at that, I wanted you to look at her forehead…" Pangzi said impatiently.

"Forehead, what's there to look at?" I muttered under my breath, then turned my gaze to Chen Mo's forehead.

Looking at it, I also couldn't help but zone out for half a minute; outwardly, her forehead was spotless as before, just unconscious. But with my spiritual eye, I faintly saw that half of the life soul, one of the three souls, had already left her head, indicating the life soul was about to depart her body.

Seeing this, Pangzi didn't dare hesitate, quickly bit his middle finger, pressed it to her forehead, chanted a calming spell, stabilizing the soul about to leave her body.

Middle-finger blood, hard as iron; besides repelling evil spirits, it also has the effect of stabilizing the soul.

"Let's go, we'll talk back!"

Right now, a suffocating gloom continually spreads across my chest; the appearance of the Ghost Infant and Chen Mo's current state let my muddled mind faintly catch a hint of something.

It's just that my body and mind are too exhausted, my head is too muddled, and I can't clearly express this sudden realization.

For now, the only plan is to first leave this place of trouble, then after returning to the inn, we can discuss further..