Chapter 1020: NO.143: Poor Tom

NO. 143: Poor Tom

Unlike the hanging site in Anmei District, Jiemen District retains no grounds of the abolished death penalty faction.

Executions are usually carried out smoothly, the condemned depart with panache, leaving only a QR code on their tombstone; scanning it shows the criminal serving as a Palu in the underworld.

By contrast, wandering as a cyber‑ghost in the online world is, of course, a pure‑and‑simple ticket to heaven, although some cyber‑ghosts also run off to challenge real‑soul wandering, spending their days playing as if in jail—but that's their own choice, no one to blame.

So who carries out Aomo's death sentence?

No, no, no, that's not how to say it.

The defendant keeps insisting they are the victim, so let's see if anyone in the jury wearing a lawyer's badge is warming up.

All right, there isn't.

Then what about the plaintiff?

Report: the plaintiff has disappeared!

All right, the trial is dismissed.

I think I should sue everyone.

Looking at his own swaying hands, clean‑cut and cute, with an irregular red mark on his right cheek, the little pretty boy sighs wistfully.

That gaze, weather‑worn and at odds with his appearance, lacks only a cigarette to complete its interpretation.

But because minors can't smoke, even if they only look underage, they'll still be stared at by every woman.

His cigarette case, whose origin was unknown, was also confiscated.

"What's with talking about suing—it's just too much, little snake… Everyone was so… kindly hand‑feeding the little snake, something many people envy but can't obtain…"

The pink‑haired girl beside him walked over, swayed as she sat down with him, and then, whether intentionally or not, leaned her whole body against the boy.

From the feeling that he almost fell off his seat, it was probably unintentional.

After all, everyone knows the weight difference between supporting a sober person and a drunk.

From the way the boy wrinkled his nose, the girl's alcohol smell was quite strong, yet he didn't push her away, merely speaking in a low voice that she might not hear:

"You're right; I think modern civic compulsory education should add a nursing class, teaching how to properly feed patients instead of hastily tapping others' teeth with a spoon."

The little Aomo, who could avoid the death penalty but not a lesser offense, even if Zhouri Ningjing took over the most grueling bone‑removal work, still couldn't preserve the child's tender hands.

Who understands, family!

The number of times he tossed the pan that night exceeded the count of uppercuts he used while playing an action game and making an aerial combat video clip!

Even my elementary school teacher never punished me this badly!

"It's not… everyone's just… really nervous, hahaha…"

That remark sounded nervous too, but in fact it was just slurred, dizzy speech, making little Aomo instinctively turn his head toward Zhouri Ningjing, who was clearing the table.

Except for the underage true spirit and the half‑conscious person who ran off early—so much so that the former, worried, went along with Aimu Zhiji—this girl, who seemed to have caught Aomo's p‑face, drank the least.

If asked why, it's probably because she's sitting across from Qianming's representative… the boy isn't very curious.

As for clearing the table right now, she's obviously not willing either.

For ordinary people, divine suppression shows up as varying degrees of pressure, but for beings like spirits, the effect can be much greater.

Although the essence of this restraining relationship still depends on quality, and there are certainly some newly forged minor gods enslaved by evil spirits in a heavenly‑rebellion reversal, Zhouri Ningjing clearly couldn't overcome the divinity Aomo bears.

Let her finish mulling over things like the Super Divination Secrets and then we'll talk.

If we don't have it now, we just have to obey.

Aomo merely asked her to tidy up the aftermath; he hasn't even made her drag those drunks home, which is already quite lenient.

Seasoned drunks will team up and go home on their own.

Frankly, the person who should be busy right now shouldn't be her alone, but who let Gui She be so determined to rush off to join the Ten Chariots?

It seems the office's dinner tonight has completely convinced him he shouldn't be here.

Little Aomo wanted to stay, not wanting to turn back only to find his sole male roommate had fled.

Otherwise he'd be utterly helpless.

But sadly, even a child of the Mefilas‑fusion‑rate‑Sampasentot couldn't persuade someone who wants to stay away from women.

What the hell?!

Couldn't the person who suddenly develops a fear of women overnight be me?!

On what grounds does he get to take sick leave first!!

Little Aomo is deeply resentful.

Things that provoke such emotions in him are usually few and far between; I never imagined that his perfect, innocent childhood mindset could be ruined by adult troubles, and little Aomo feels this is also a bizarre experience worth recording.

But he worries more that, given his current juvenile state, he probably won't return to normal even after tonight, and this troublesome experience will likely continue.

... but anyway, it shouldn't be me!

Let my teenage self worry about a headache—after all, that age group is most used to headaches, right?

Little Aomo thought that way, and didn't bother to retort to Tea's absurd claim that 'they're nervous'.

You're so nervous you're smashing my teeth with a spoon, right?

It sounds like you're giving others a one‑seventeenth cut just because you're nervous—turns out everyone here is a female hero with an urge to slay demons.

"You look like you've got a headache—want a drink?"

The alcohol hit his nose, hiding a faint fragrance; the boy instantly felt much more spirited, and a bloody gleam appeared in his brown eyes.

He looked up and saw the wine cup right before him.

"You're waiting for me here?" he glanced at Zhouri Ningjing wiping the table, and little Aomo instinctively reached out with telepathy.

"Hey! Aomo! I'm done cleaning up—can I go now?"

"That fast?"

"I'm in a hurry to leave! I still want to check out the tea seat!" He glanced at the new tea‑seat Xin Tiao Xi next to Aomo, then at the empty sofa opposite him, and Zhouri Ningjing narrowed her eyes: "Is there still something left in this room?"

Can you still help exorcise spirits?

Exorcising spirits? It doesn't feel like a spirit... She narrowed her eyes and examined the strange distortion again; Zhouri Ningjing quickly gave up, "Forget it, no matter what it is, I'm too lazy to help you, you lively demon, handle it yourself!"

Having said that, she instantly turned into a black mass and slipped into the TV screen diagonally opposite that was still on.

It caused the drama picture on it to distort slightly, then immediately return to normal.

She can actually sense you?

More accurately, she seems to be a bit close to your dream~

Still maintaining a steady posture with one hand supporting the wine cup, the other hand still raising the gourd normally, Ling took a sip, then slightly shook the cup: "Not drinking?"

How do I drink?

Because Xi was still leaning on himself, he didn't try to shake his body, just glanced at those two arms that were as if broken; the boy was somewhat speechless.

Ah, also, Ling nodded, actually leaning slightly forward to hand the wine cup in his hand to Aomo's nose bridge, "Open your mouth."

Stop! Don't!

Having been fed all night, the little demon with a shadow completely didn't want to experience another choking cough.

But the result was the liquor soothing into his throat, lifting his spirit entirely, and even his originally sore arms felt a warm current.

What angle, what direction, how to pour wine I know perfectly, Ling, having taken back the cup, smiled proudly, flipped his hand and filled it again, "Although I haven't taken the nursing class you mentioned, but it's not bad, right?"

Indeed, it's the most moving moment for me tonight. Little Aomo almost wanted tears to well up, but his body isn't that emotional.

But having another cup is better avoided, it's already getting late.

Preparing the meal itself took too much time, also having to blame the guests and Xi in the living room chatting a lot, not bored, otherwise he would have felt too guilty... wait, why should I feel guilty?

Turning back, Little Aomo felt he had been heavily PUA'd.

However, he nonetheless had several semi-transparent demon claws, much larger than before, to steady himself, then immediately embraced Xi beside him, and didn't forget the raccoon dog asleep leaning on the small sofa far away.

After sending them up, I should rest, giving my spirit and body sufficient recovery time.

Also okay, Ling nodded not too insistently, his form becoming more transparent, "Let's continue in the dream."

...... Can this let me rest well?

No problem, you can drink lying down, we'll toast to your ordeal tonight; getting drunk will let you sleep more fully and soundly.