Chapter 221: Making a Deal with You

"Rest assured, this official will not kill you immediately; I will certainly let you witness with your own eyes that jiao die!"

"In fact, this evil beast should have died two hundred years ago!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui raised her sword, gazing up at the vast sky, and said leisurely, "You dragged it and hid in this mortal world for two hundred years."

"Actually, you have prepared provisions for this official!"

"This official must thank you."

"Hahaha, Heaven truly treats this official well!"

Tian Da Wang's eyes turned blood-red; he roared and bellowed, exerting all his strength to resist the Tiger-Head Cleaver.

His strength had also reached the sixth-rank level.

If he truly fought Lady Fu Shuanghui head-on, the outcome would be no more than fifty-fifty.

But he is suppressed by the Tiger-Head Cleaver!

After transforming into a zombie, he dared not fully increase his level.

For an evil spirit body, the higher the level, the harder it is to control oneself.

For two hundred years, he painstakingly searched everywhere for methods and materials, wanting to revive the jiao.

In recent years, he finally found a method to let the jiao's soul begin merging again with its body; seeing hope, he risked hijacking those official boats.

It was all to collect materials and aid the jiao's resurrection.

To allow it to fulfill its lifelong wish and successfully transform into a dragon!"

He wanted to repay a kindness, even at the cost of becoming a zombie himself and refusing reincarnation!"

But he never expected the final result to be... causing the jiao's fate to become even more miserable!"

To be food for a villain."

The food eaten is certainly not just the body, but also the jiao's soul!"

He knew that for these two hundred years, the jiao had endured great hardship."

The body long ago lost all sensation, but the soul had no dwelling; the fierce winds and evil qi of this world constantly invaded, each time like being flayed by a thousand knives."

Moreover, two hundred years of desolation were like sitting in prison for two hundred years."

Only he sometimes came to talk to the jiao."

The pain within, unless experienced personally, is truly difficult to empathize with."

But he never expected... to finally wait for such a result."

His heart was filled with immense pain and guilt, and his eyes followed with a surge of evil light!"

"Little Tian..." Amidst the cinnabar mist, the jiao's weary yet peaceful voice came again, speaking only three words: "It's alright."

In Little Tian's eyes, blood tears instantly welled up.

There was already no blood within his body.

His tear ducts had also withered and died two hundred years ago.

But at this moment, tears finally flowed down!

The blood tears were viscous and pitch-black, hanging at the corners of his eyes.

That weary, peaceful voice came again: "These two hundred years, you have worked hard."

Lady Fu Shuanghui grew suspicious: Could this evil beast have some method to destroy itself?

Preventing this official from eating it?!

How can this be allowed!

Lady Fu Shuanghui gripped the Dragon-Slaying Sword, which had been circling outside the cinnabar mist.

She wanted to wait a bit longer for the right moment, but now she felt she could not; a long night breeds many dreams.

She tilted her ear to discern the direction from which the voice came out of the cinnabar mist, and sidestepped several paces further.

Trying her best to avoid the jiao's head, lest it see her and use another "Void Swallow" on herself, wasting a mask for nothing.

The overall situation is settled; of course, one must preserve a life-saving technique.

Xu Yuan felt his "Eight Directions of Injury and Evil Qi" stir slightly.

Lady Fu Shuanghui stepped with one foot into Xu Yuan's "stall."

The female Law Enforcer's vision blurred; suddenly, she saw a strange evil spirit standing not far in front of her.

Lady Fu Shuanghui's eyes immediately narrowed, her jujube-pit-shaped pupils becoming even more slender.

In her eyes, this thing also had a snake tail for its lower body and a human-like upper body.

Two ghost fires, the size of carriage wheels, floated on either side of the snake tail.

Their color was much the same as her own dragon fire.

Evil qi swirled around its entire body, but on its four limbs and back grew rows of gray-blue, translucent thorns.

Just like her own thorn scales.

Its face, however, had blurred features, formed from yellow mud.

Although this thing's appearance was truly too abnormal, with so many similarities to herself, Lady Fu Shuanghui could not help but feel a trace of goodwill rising from the bottom of her heart!

However, very quickly, this emotional tendency was suppressed by Lady Fu Shuanghui:

Another mountain evil spirit summoned by Tian Da Wang to help?

Lady Fu Shuanghui snorted coldly and raised her Dragon-Slaying Sword!

The opponent, however, raised both hands and waved them, cackling strangely: "Don't move! We don't care about the matter between you; we are just here to make a deal with you."

Lady Fu Shuanghui was full of doubts, then saw that evil spirit separate its two hands; a long halberd and seven short halberds appeared before him.

It seemed there was an invisible stall in front of this thing.

Her weapons were arranged upon it like goods.

"Take a look, these weapons suit you perfectly; I'll absolutely give you a fair price!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui pressed the Dragon-Slaying Sword downward, the tip pointing at that evil spirit, and shouted, "These originally belong to my lord!"

The evil spirit raised a finger and shook it: "No, no, no. These things are now in my hands, so they belong to me. If you want them, you must buy them back."

Lady Fu Shuanghui's face turned frosty, and she thrust the sword out.

The evil spirit stood immovable and spoke, saying, "At my stall, guests may not be disrespectful to me!"

Lady Fu Shuanghui then felt that her thrust could not go out.

Indeed, because of this thrust's "disrespect," a strong sense of guilt arose, to the point where she almost wanted to kneel on the spot and apologize to the other party!

Lady Fu Shuanghui's face changed drastically: "What exactly are you?"

She was at the Sixth Flow level; if it were someone of a slightly lower level, they would have truly knelt down!

Lady Fu Shuanghui could still hold the sword up, pointing it at that evil spirit, and of course could continue to thrust out—but everything within this small range, from the ground to the sky, from rules to statutes, all opposed her doing so.

Even if she stubbornly continued to thrust this sword, the speed would slow down greatly, making it impossible to injure the other party at all.

Lady Fu Shuanghui weighed things quickly in her heart: First slay that dragon, and other matters can be endured for now.

"Do you really just want to sell this thing to me? Not interfere in our affairs?"

That thing spread both hands—Lady Fu Shuanghui felt that same sense of kinship rise unconsciously again; she felt this fellow's posture expressed great sincerity—he said, "I am not an assistant summoned by Tian Da Wang; he is not qualified enough."

He was not summoned by him, nor was he here to help him.

I came uninvited, and I came to seek revenge on you!

A high-ranking official like the Law-Enforcement Lord of Shanhe, if he keeps thinking about me and plotting my harm day and night, I cannot rest or eat in peace!

"Leave immediately after the transaction ends!"

That thing spread both hands again: "Of course."

"Good!" Lady Fu Shuanghui said, "I'll trust you once. State your price."

That thing picked up the long halberd, waved it a few times in hand, and Lady Fu Shuanghui felt again that this thing wielding the weapon moved in a manner strikingly similar to her own.

"That means you are willing to make this deal with me, then."

He handed the long halberd to Lady Fu Shuanghui.

Lady Fu Shuanghui instinctively caught it in her hand: "State the price first; you are an evil spirit, and my lord must be cautious!"

A smile appeared on the mud face.

You have taken my goods; the transaction is forcibly completed!

Just as if you only accept the price for a life, your own life will be bought away, unless the price is too unfair.

Lu Yuanxiang wanted to take the Tiger-Head Cleaver directly, but the value of this set of weapons was far too different from that of the Tiger-Head Cleaver.

"The price of this thing is your fishing net."

Lady Fu Shuanghui opened her mouth to refuse, but immediately discovered the fishing net shot out from the realgar mist with a swoosh, condensed into a ball of silver thread, and fell into the other party's hands!

(End of this chapter)