Chapter 110: The Siam Little Ghosts (Begging for Monthly Passes!)

Zheng Rongkui helping the caravan boss at the city gate was either a performance for my benefit or hid some other motive.

Neither side ever treated the five hundred thousand people of Chenla as human beings!

It was not that they held views like "those not of our kind have hearts different from ours"; the Yong Wang lineage also secretly sent hundreds of young and strong men from Ming to serve as blood food for the Four Great Head Monsters—they simply did not treat ordinary people as human!

A few hundred versus five hundred thousand is merely a difference in number.

Zheng Rongkui coming to Qihe Tai Town and "applying" to enter Yifangting Inn was likely a one-sided action by the Demon-Suppression Army: sending someone to see what you are actually doing at Ghost Wushan? It has been so long, yet no agreement reached?

"Call out the Haikou Toad," Xu Yuan said.

Zheng Rongkui chuckled darkly: "I truly underestimated you. That's right, I persuaded the Haikou Toad not to meet up with the Locust Witch and Qin Gaoming."

Zheng Rongkui had been secretly observing for a long time, and thus despised the Yong Wang faction even more!

"So you persuaded the Haikou Toad to cooperate with you instead." Xu Yuan stated his deduction: "If the Haikou Toad does not appear, Qin Gaoming will fight us to the death; regardless of the outcome, it benefits only you."

Zheng Rongkui raised an eyebrow: "Exactly. If Qin Gaoming wins, we continue our cooperation, and my side suffers no loss.

If Qin Gaoming loses, my side will ask the Haikou Toad for an introduction, shake off the Yong Wang faction, and continue negotiations with those few on Guanghuo Street.

If you two destroy each other but neither is completely wiped out, that is also fine; I will kill Qin Gaoming, frame you, and let the Yong Wang faction fight to the death with your Purification Bureau."

As he spoke, a tongue hundreds of zhang long, like a scarlet waterfall, was seen hanging down from a Shanfeng in the northeast direction!

Saliva flowed like a river from the tongue, splashing and gurgling.

From the saliva, ghost soldiers stood up one by one, wearing black helmets and black armor, with dark red eyes and four sharp fangs protruding beneath their lips!

A total of one hundred and twenty.

Among them, forty held twelve-foot spears, forty held blades and shields, and forty held crossbows drawn by foot.

After descending from the tongue, they arranged their troops and formations: shield-bearers in front, spear-bearers in the center, and crossbowmen at the rear.

Walking side by side, their military formation changed with order, brimming with killing intent and ghostly aura!

As everyone watched this elite squad of ghost soldiers, a ring of five-colored smoke rivers suddenly rose around them.

The poisonous mist was colorful, rising higher and higher, already trapping everyone.

Unnoticed, a second tongue had wrapped around the crowd.

A third long tongue came horizontally through the air, clanging against Xu Yuan's great spear, which was severed instantly!

The withered black ghost soldier holding the spear whooshed back into Zheng Rongkui's body.

Enraged, Xu Yuan disregarded everything else and shot his sword pill directly at Zheng Rongkui!

Zheng Rongkui's obese body was lifted by two vengeful spirits three zhang tall, floating and dodging in mid-air as he sneered: "Foolish boy, do you really think old Zheng is a soft persimmon?"

Back then in the town alley, when you held a small knife to my throat, it was merely because I did not wish to reveal my strength.

Zheng Rongkui suddenly pulled a thick rope woven from multicolored scraps of cloth from his sleeve.

Hanging from the rope were several skull-shaped bells and eight small cloth pouches.

The bells clattered with a strange sound, as if white bone skeletons were rolling on a stone path.

He yanked the rope again, opening the eight small pouches, from which rolled out eight little ghosts the size of fists.

Every little ghost had a face of blue-black, withered skin, a large head and thin body, unknown how many years dead, covered in black hair from head to toe, with only two eyes pale white!

All the little ghosts landed on Zheng Rongkui, shrieking sharply as if starving.

Zheng Rongkui tore off his clothes with a ripping sound, slapped his massive belly with two large hands, and amidst the trembling flesh, the eight little ghosts bit onto his skin and sucked.

Fat all over his body poured into the little ghosts' mouths.

The little ghosts grew rapidly, and regardless of their original appearance, the more they grew, the more they resembled Zheng Rongkui!

Finally, the eight little ghosts became eight plump, Bai Bai versions of the miniature Fatty Zheng!

He could no longer be called Fatty Zheng; he had fed all his fat to these eight little ghosts and was now reduced to skin and bones.

Yan Lao was shocked: "This, this is a sinister technique from Siam! But it seems to have been improved somehow, even more terrifying than Siam's!"

Xu Yuan's sword pill flashed and shot at Zheng Rongkui again: "Feeding ghosts with one's own body, you truly think your life is too long!"

One little ghost leaped into the air, opened its mouth, and cried "Wa!"

Everyone immediately felt dizzy and their souls became unstable and drifting.

The little ghost bit Xu Yuan's sword pill; the pill sliced open its cheeks, but what flowed out was not blood, but disgusting white greasy fat!

The little ghost bit down fiercely, seemingly confident it could chew the sword pill to pieces!

Xu Yuan sneered, urged his Fire Wheel to rush forward, tossed the carriage into the air, where a huge bamboo cage instantly opened, covering down from above, and the little ghost was trapped inside.

Xu Yuan whooshed a mouthful of fire into the bamboo cage!

Burning the little ghost sealed inside!

"I am just crushing your soft persimmon!" Xu Yuan shouted.

The little ghost inside cried "Wa wa" as it burned; the crying echoed, and Xu Yuan nearly fell headfirst from the Fire Wheel.

Two more little ghosts suddenly vanished from Zheng Rongkui's side, then immediately appeared beneath Xu Yuan's feet, stretching out small hands to grab Xu Yuan's two legs.

Xu Yuan's abdominal fire roared up from the Fire Wheel; the two little ghosts' hands were scorched black by the flames, and they ran away crying "Wa wa."

But Xu Yuan felt increasingly heavy-headed and body-heavy, finding it hard to take steps.

Lifting his pant legs, he saw two black hand seals on each of his calves!

Moreover, the black qi of the hand seals continued to spread outward, with purple-black spider webs rapidly expanding!

Zheng Rongkui shouted: "Now see who is the soft persimmon!"

Xu Yuan pinched his fingers, and several pills flew out, darting and weaving to cover each other; they looked very similar, and no one could distinguish what kind of pills they were.

One little ghost, with round, bulging eyes like a toad, saw a pill flying toward it, leaped suddenly, and slapped its small hand down on the pill with a "pa."

Filth would then stain the pill, making it heavy and sluggish, so that a Rank Dan Xiu could no longer control it as easily as one's own arm.

But the small hand it slapped happened to strike the sword pill.

Swish—

The sword pellet swiftly revealed its sharp edge!

With a hiss, it pierced the little ghost's palm.

"Waa—"

The little ghost burst into tears; from the wound in its palm oozed white, greasy, viscous fat!

Xu Yuan's Dan Xiu level had reached the seventh stream, and he could now manipulate the sword pellet with ease, fully unleashing its power.

Having wounded the little ghost, the sword pellet shrank back, reconstituting into a pellet and flying away.

The other little ghost grew highly alert, crouching on the ground like a toad, lifting its neck, bulging its two round eyes, and staring motionlessly at the several pellets dancing in the air—having perfectly mimicked the essence of a toad catching insects!

Puke!

As a pellet flew over its head, the little ghost spat out a jet of black, filthy matter!

It was just like a toad's tongue—swoosh—it struck the pellet dead-on.

Like the first little ghost, it still resorted to filthy methods to destroy Xu Yuan's pellets.

The first one had acted directly and suffered a great loss.

This one had learned its lesson and switched to spitting.

Once the pellet was tainted, it truly became difficult to control, and plunged straight down.

Before the little ghost could react, the pellet landed on its head—and with a splash, it spread out into a sheet of skin.

The skin rolled downward, wrapping the little ghost entirely.

No matter how the little ghost struggled inside, exerting every last ounce of strength, it could not escape!

I'm truly exhausted; my back has ached for two days. Let me rest today—third watch.

But I still have to beg shamelessly for monthly votes…

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