Chapter 112: Four Mouths Melting Gold (Second Update)

All seven little ghosts had been burned to ash, and the flames inside the carriage still burned fiercely!

These little ghosts had grown fat on Zheng Rongkui’s blubber—they were full of fat, practically fuel!

The tongue thrown in instantly turned into charred beef tongue.

Xu Yuan crept closer to the ghost soldiers.

Though he had already figured it out, Fu Jingyu still found Xu Yuan’s movements suspiciously furtive.

Beyond thirty zhang of earth qi, a giant toad had appeared, its skin rotting, oozing pus and exuding toxic mist.

Larger than the elephants in nearby mountains, it had a mouth on its head, another on its back, and one on each of its thick hind legs.

The tongue inside the mouth on its back had already been severed.

The tongue from its left leg had retracted, but the hundred and twenty ghost soldiers remained trapped in the earth qi.

The tongue from its right leg coiled around the earth qi, continuously releasing toxic mist.

As soon as the earth qi dispersed, these bastards must be poisoned instantly.

Inside its head’s large mouth, the tongue coiled and spiraled, its tip a narrow slit tightly shut—inside lay something: the fourth technique, still unactivated.

Indeed, as Xu Yuan had guessed, it had been lurking near the toxic mist, ready to burst forth and eliminate all enemies in one strike.

Zheng Rongkui staggered out of the toxic mist—seven of his eight little ghosts were dead, and he himself suffered severe backlash.

He had just retreated into the mist and was delighted to discover that Haikou Chan controlled the toxic mist with exquisite precision—his surrounding mist automatically parted.

He was still rejoicing when suddenly one of Haikou Chan’s tongues was severed—

Haikou Chan shrieked in agony and rage, instantly losing control.

A gush of toxic mist flooded his nose and mouth, nearly killing him on the spot!

Fortunately, Haikou Chan remembered he was still an “ally,” dispersed the mist, and antidoted him.

But Zheng Rongkui was now utterly drained.

“Elder, no more waiting—activate ‘Four Mouths Melting Gold’ now!”

Haikou Chan had just turned its rump and kicked with its hind legs, only to find the earth qi solidified and unbreakable—already furious and desperate, it snarled: “Get away from me!”

This sinister technique was no trivial matter—it demanded a heavy cost and had many restrictions.

If it could be activated freely—even if only once every three days—it would have a permanent spot on Guanghuo Street.

Zheng Rongkui slunk away, yet still didn’t understand why he was told to keep his distance.

Haikou Chan didn’t want anyone to witness its use of this technique.

Its four mouths were hard to synchronize to open simultaneously.

Like someone who could never learn the art of “left-right mutual combat.”

This was its secret—of course it couldn’t be seen.

But today its condition seemed good; after a moment of adjustment, all four mouths had rapidly achieved synchronization in the “silent opening” phase.

Perhaps the agony of having half its tongue cut had unleashed its latent potential…

Once this stage was reached, Haikou Chan’s rotting skin burst open, spewing pus and toxic fluid everywhere from its massive back.

When they hit the ground, they rolled and absorbed soil, transforming into plump, rotting tadpoles that scurried wildly, seeking living hosts!

Zheng Rongkui jumped back in alarm, retreating farther—his mind whispered: “Though Elder Haikou Chan is irritable, he’s actually looking out for me…”

The sneaky tadpoles scurried everywhere, unable to find hosts, growing more frantic.

Haikou Chan showed signs of weakness—it had already paid the cost of the “Four Mouths Melting Gold” technique.

If the technique failed now, this cost could not be reclaimed.

All four giant toad mouths opened at once, uttering the first character:

“Earth—”

Haikou Chan’s massive belly heaved violently, sucking in vast quantities of yin qi from the mountains; it poured every ounce of strength into the second word:

“Qi—”

Its pale, cracked, rotting belly pulsed faster.

“Change—”

Xu Yuan suddenly retrieved Wang Shen’s spleen!

Boom—

Without the spleen’s qi—the vast earth qi instantly collapsed, and the thirty-zhang uplifted earth sank rapidly.

Xu Yuan and the others were exposed.

But Haikou Chan’s hundred and twenty elite ghost soldiers vanished—they had been sealed away by Fu Jingyu’s Maoshan technique!

And Xu Yuan was pouring water from several water bags onto the human skin!

The human skin absorbed the water and shrank rapidly.

Haikou Chan had intended to say: “Earth qi transforms into yin qi.”

This technique had many restrictions—saying “earth qi” and “yin qi” both containing the word “qi” made success easier.

But now Xu Yuan’s summoned earth qi had vanished entirely!

Yet Haikou Chan wasn’t alarmed—its technique had already been activated; the earth qi hadn’t vanished completely—it still filled the ground beneath them.

Previously, when the technique activated, Xu Yuan and the others would have been drowned in an ocean of yin qi.

Now, they would stand trapped in a swamp of yin qi.

The former meant instant death, turning them into aberrations.

The latter meant slow death—still turning them into aberrations.

In truth, the latter suited Haikou Chan’s mood better.

Cut my tongue?

I won’t let you die so easily.

But just as Haikou Chan was about to utter the fourth character, an overwhelming hunger surged through it!

This hunger didn’t come from its belly—it erupted directly from Haikou Chan’s four mouths!

Haikou Chan felt as if its four mouths had gained their own will, desperate to tear free and devour everything!

Instantly, the four mouths lost synchronization.

The fourth character could no longer be spoken!

Haikou Chan raged in fury—demonic beings were already mad and violent; its costly technique had been abruptly interrupted, and it lost all reason, lunging blindly at Xu Yuan.

One giant mouth opened to swallow Xu Yuan whole!

Xu Yuan had anticipated this—he spurred the fire wheel and fled swiftly.

This time, Fu Jingyu and the other four, who were close to Xu Yuan, were also affected by the “Hunger Devouring” technique.

Yan Lao had already chewed and swallowed his three counting rods.

Fu Jingyu bit down on the Dog Head Guillotine, shattering a front tooth, yet still wouldn’t give up—he clung to the blade, trying to gnaw it…

Lu Zhengyan gripped a handful of arrows in one hand and a great guandao in the other, desperate to cram them all into his mouth.

Bai Lao fared worst—he was a mountain hunter, already afflicted with his own ailments; under the “Hunger Devouring” effect, he leapt into the air like a hawk, diving low to snatch up two of the sneaky tadpoles still darting about, then hooked his head and devoured them.

Xu Yuan fled with the human skin—only then did they feel somewhat better.

But after dodging Haikou Chan’s lunge, Xu Yuan circled around it.

Haikou Chan’s four mouths grew harder to control—anything nearby, it devoured.

Instantly, the sneaky tadpoles on the ground, trees, grass, stones by the path—all were sucked into its gaping maws.

(End of Chapter)