Chapter 113: I Must Have Misremembered (Third Update)

Zheng Rongkui looked bewildered: What happened?

Hai Kou Chan’s “Four Mouths Melting Gold” had clearly been activated—why did it suddenly stop?

Few methods could interrupt this sinister art, but Xu Yuan’s “Hunger Devouring” was one of them.

That night, while listening to Bai Lao’s account of the Four-Headed Monsters, Xu Yuan had already devised this plan against Hai Kou Chan.

Xu Yuan suspected that the old fox refused to confront Hai Kou Chan himself and instead used him to eliminate it precisely because Hai Kou Chan’s sinister art was spoken aloud.

The old fox’s seduction art also entered the heart by being spoken aloud.

The old fox feared no other head monster, but had no certainty of victory against Hai Kou Chan.

Hai Kou Chan could not catch Xu Yuan; its hunger grew fiercer, until it nearly longed to swallow and eat its own tongue!

As it chased and chased, Xu Yuan drew ever closer to Zheng Rongkui.

Zheng Rongkui’s eyes turned green; he grabbed his last little ghost.

He never expected this little ghost also had green eyes—hungrier even than Zheng Rongkui—and bit his hand first!

The little ghost’s fangs were sharp and its strength immense; it bit off Zheng Rongkui’s hand and swiftly crunched upward along his wrist!

Zheng Rongkui had already lost his reason; he bit off half the little ghost’s head.

The little ghost, missing half its head, showed no delay in eating!

Zheng Rongkui and the little ghost kept devouring each other endlessly; no one knew where the flesh and blood went, until soon the little ghost was reduced to half a head, and Zheng Rongkui to only his head, neck, and one arm—still gnawing at each other…

Xu Yuan circled Hai Kou Chan, deliberately avoiding the giant mouth on its head, while searching for an opening to release his spleen.

Inside the giant mouth was a tongue with an eye on it; whoever saw that eye would freeze stiff, unable to move.

Hai Kou Chan was now utterly frenzied and had no intention of activating the eye—but when its mouth opened and the tongue lashed out, the eye opened on its own.

Fu Jingyu was the first to be seen; he was still clinging to the Doghead Guillotine—after Xu Yuan moved away, the hunger lessened slightly, allowing Fu Jingyu to barely hold on, but before he could let go and slide down, he froze comically and ungracefully atop the Doghead Guillotine.

Next came Bai Lao.

He trembled, leapt into the air again, and lunged toward an old tree nearby, where a poor little squirrel trembled in despair—yet Bai Lao suddenly froze stiff, crashed with a thud into the tree, then fell, snapping countless branches as he landed beneath it.

The tree shook violently; the squirrel fell too, landing right beside Bai Lao.

The squirrel trembled, having already accepted death—only to find Bai Lao still frozen in that pose, lying motionless on the ground.

The squirrel quickly flipped over and fled.

It had barely dashed two steps when it nearly slammed into a white shadow.

The squirrel shuddered again; Da Fu tilted his head, stared blankly at the squirrel for a moment, then finally recognized it: not a bug.

Da Fu flapped his wings: Go away.

The squirrel scrambled into the woods and vanished.

Xu Yuan raised his hand and flung out the golden pill; the tongue from the giant mouth flew over, seized whatever it was, and swallowed it whole.

“Boom!”

The golden pill, saturated with Golden Core energy, exploded inside Hai Kou Chan’s belly.

Hai Kou Chan swelled violently; its pale belly ballooned like an inflated balloon.

Hai Kou Chan opened its mouth wide and vomited forth great clumps of filth.

“Still not dead?!” Xu Yuan cried, immediately urging his fire wheel to glide away.

But Hai Kou Chan, ravenous beyond endurance, swallowed back every last bit it had just vomited!

Its four giant mouths fought over the scraps.

Seizing this chance, Xu Yuan hurled Wang Shen’s spleen—it landed right beside Hai Kou Chan’s foot.

Before Hai Kou Chan could eat it, a massive surge of earth energy erupted; thirty zhang of rock encased Hai Kou Chan within.

Xu Yuan pushed with all his strength; layers of earth energy piled atop one another.

In an instant, Hai Kou Chan was crushed beneath solid rock, as if buried a thousand zhang underground!

Xu Yuan felt Hai Kou Chan’s struggles within the earth energy grow weaker and weaker—finally, he exhaled in relief.

This head monster was even sturdier than the Ghost Temple Statue; Xu Yuan had truly feared it might break free if he simply tossed out the spleen.

First blasting it with the golden pill, then crushing it while wounded—Hai Kou Chan was indeed crushed beneath the rock.

Xu Yuan quickly wrung out the human skin; the paralysis effect from Hai Kou Chan’s eyes had passed. Fu Jingyu plopped off the Doghead Guillotine.

His face blank, he brushed off the dust, turned—and saw Yan Lao and Lu Lao struggling to hold back laughter; his face instantly flushed red.

Everyone was humiliated, but I was the most humiliated—they only laughed at me, and didn’t even feel ashamed themselves!

Bai Lao’s feather cloak was stuck with dead branches and fallen leaves; he returned with a dark face.

Seeing everyone laugh at Fu Jingyu and no one notice his own tree collision, he quietly sighed in relief—and decided this noble young master was truly upright and righteous.

Xu Yuan went over to check on Zheng Rongkui and the little ghost; both were now reduced to two sets of teeth, still locked in a fierce bite!

Xu Yuan spat fire, burning them into a pile of shattered teeth.

He felt a pang of regret—he hadn’t preserved anything useful.

And Zheng Rongkui’s trail was now cut off—there was nothing to be done.

As Xu Yuan lamented, he suddenly sensed something and whirled his head toward a certain direction.

Several hundred zhang away, a small waterfall hung from a cliff.

The water flow was modest, but the drop was steep; a ghost infant’s head emerged from the curtain of water, peering this way.

No one knew how much it had seen; the water had soaked the tuft of fetal hair on its head, covering its eyes—but it stared blankly, utterly unaware.

Suddenly, its gaze met Xu Yuan’s across the distance; the ghost infant’s fetal hair exploded outward, scattering water droplets into a mist!

Whoosh!

The ghost infant instantly retracted into the waterfall and vanished.

“It’s you,” Xu Yuan smiled. An old acquaintance.

The ghost infant, terrified, swam upstream and fled dozens of li in an instant.

It had seen everything.

And now it doubted itself: Had my memory become confused?!

Was I really chasing this person half a month ago, nearly eating him?

I… couldn’t possibly have that kind of power?!

Evil spirits are usually bloodthirsty, vicious, mad, and disoriented—so most have bad tempers and do suffer memory confusion.

But spontaneously generating a memory… is exceedingly rare.

The ghost infant recalled how it often went to the town to search for this person, especially the past two nights… had the old fox not appeared, it would have killed him already.

The ghost infant hugged its two tiny ghost hands to its chest: Gratitude, old sir—you saved my life!

(End of Chapter)