Chapter 294: Enjoying It, Drunkard?

Boom—!!!

The "Disturb" character technique.

As the name suggests, it disrupts sight and sound, overturning heaven and earth!

Fierce airflow swirls out of thin air within the talisman paper's space.

The orderly floating talisman papers seemed to instantly gain life.

Countless floating talismans began to collide chaotically.

The field of view was sliced into fragments, light and shadow in disarray.

Like a screen full of noise after a graphics card burns out.

The Shuten Douji that had already locked onto Su Ming with its aura only saw a flash before its eyes.

Not only vision, but hearing and smell were also filled with countless chaotic factors at that moment.

"Petty trick!"

He roared, and relying on beast‑like instinct, still charged toward the direction in his memory.

Bang!

The sound of an air explosion rang out.

But this was a heavy, forceful strike.

Aside from shattering a few yellow papers fluttering in the air, it hit nothing else.

That human who was slick as an eel.

Vanished.

…

Deep within the turbulence.

Su Ming was curled up on the back of a huge yellow talisman bearing the "Wall" character, his chest heaving violently.

"Hiss…"

He looked down at his slightly sunken chest, and his mouth twitched involuntarily.

"At least three ribs are broken, and the organs seem to have shifted a bit."

"That old ghost isn't some great demon; it's basically a sentient dump truck!"

"The force is damn huge!"

Each breath felt as if someone had sprinkled chili powder into his lungs.

It burned painfully.

Gurgle—!

Without hesitation, Su Ming pulled out a bottle of Excellent‑grade Source Blood and tipped it back.

The warm current instantly enveloped his damaged organs, slightly easing the pain.

At a time like this, resources must be conserved.

The Excellent‑grade Source Blood had already been spent entirely to buy that Broken Pendant.

The higher‑grade stock now means drinking one bottle means losing another!

After all, this is only the first stage.

Outside, a long‑haired bird‑person and a lecherous fox are waiting in line to die.

After a bottle of Source Blood entered his stomach, Su Ming exhaled a puff of foul air.

His gaze grew even colder, radiating a fierce resolve.

"Having fun, huh, drunkard?"

Su Ming muttered to himself, flicked his wrist, and sheathed the Soul Dagger.

Since close‑quarters combat is a disadvantage, he won't force it.

The current situation is clear.

The opponent has high defense, thick health, explosive attack power, and has activated a domineering berserk.

Brawling head‑on with such stat monsters is sheer stupidity.

Since you want to play with stats against me.

Then I'll play dirty with you.

Ranged!

And show what a plain‑spending, no‑frills paying player looks like!

"Inventory cleared!"

Su Ming stuck half his body out from behind cover, thrust his hands upward at the chaotic mist below.

Whoosh—!!!

There was no radiant, world‑shaking divine weapon.

Nor any apocalyptic cursed talisman paper.

What poured from Su Ming's hands was a sky‑wide shower, even with a hint of sourness—

Garbage rain!

All of these were junk scavenged from the ghost market stalls earlier.

Or the rags grabbed casually in the Golden House dungeon.

Tasteless to eat, a pity to discard.

At this moment, give them all!

The 【Food-Emitting Ghost's Broken Hair】, as tough as steel wire yet inherently greasy and nauseating!

Dead‑heavy underworld floor tiles, plus fruits that spew foul, thick smoke when they explode!

And also some rusted iron thistles, half‑rotted Rotting demon‑beast hide, expired zombie teeth…

The main selling point is sheer volume; just throw it and it's done!

"What is this?!"

Below, Shuten Douji hadn't even recovered his senses when this barrage of garbage rain completely stunned him.

Because the strong interference from the "Disturb" glyph, his perception was already a mush.

Now, both eyes are completely black!

Damage?

Almost zero.

In other words, it just polished the skin that's thicker than a city wall, giving it a dead‑skin treatment.

But the level of disgust?

Full marks!

"Scoundrel!!!"

Shuten Douji, fuming, swung his massive Ghost Hands, swatting these annoying things away like flies.

He grabbed a handful of sticky hair, and that sensation gave even the Hundred Ghosts King a chill.

He is the Hundred Ghosts King!

He is the master of Great River Mountain!

Even a death battle should be filled with flashing blades and blood‑stained skies!

But what is this human doing?

Is this even called a fight?

Clearly it's just street‑level mischief, throwing rotten vegetable leaves at him!

So cheap and disgusting!

"Have the guts to face me head‑on! Hiding in a trash pile and throwing junk is no skill!"

Shuten Douji roared, Ghost Qi crackling, blasting everything around into fragments.

But he didn't notice.

Amid this seemingly nonsensical chaos.

Su Ming had silently set up a pitch‑black, rugged heavy apparatus.

Junk of Epic grade scavenged from a corner of the Ghost Market.

Demon‑hunting heavy crossbow!

Its draw is too slow and it's cumbersome, so its price is low.

Of course.

With this thing's penetration, trying to pierce Shuten Douji's perverse flesh is sheer fantasy.

But—

Who said he wants to shoot people?

Su Ming's finger rested on the trigger.

On the bolt groove, an unremarkable wooden arrow emitted a faint scent of dry wood.

Thousand‑year peach‑wood nail.

He bought it at his floor price at the auction.

Its hardness is average, its sharpness moving.

Not to mention shooting the Ghost King; even hitting an elite fierce ghost would be difficult.

But…

This thing has an extremely niche property.

Thousand‑year thunder‑struck peach wood, it can overcome any spirit‑body structure!

Against corporeal demons, it's just a burning stick.

But against a Vessel Spirit, a hit becomes a devastating blow!

"Old ghost, you seem to be drinking happily?"

"For the sake of your heart and brain vessels, I'm kindly helping you quit drinking!"

Aim.

Predict.

Pull the trigger!

Clack—!

A faint spring click sounded.

The arrow left the string, turning into a dim streak of light, slicing through the sky‑filled trash and talisman papers.

This shot seeks not to kill, but only—to

Punish the heart!

Shoot the person by shooting the head first?

No.

To strike the drunk, of course you first smash his bottle!

Snap—!!!

A crisp, pleasant cracking sound rang through the venue.

The whole talisman paper space suddenly fell silent.

Shuten Douji's hand froze in mid‑air.

The raging demon face instantly solidified.

That blunt peach‑wood nail, bearing the huge kinetic energy of the Demon‑Hunting Heavy Crossbow,

precisely struck the most vulnerable neck of the Wine Gourd.

Spirit suppression burst forth instantly!

The entire bright‑red, dripping Ghost Gourd that Shuten Douji regarded as his very life.

It was like a watermelon hit by an anti‑material sniper rifle.

It exploded on the spot!

Wha‑la‑la—!

Countless crystal‑clear droplets, exuding a strong scent of blood and spirit, high‑concentration demonic wine…

Soaked Shuten Douji from head to face.

Then, following his stiff demon face, it dripped drop by drop onto the ground, or seeped into those discarded talisman papers.

All gone.

Gourd and heart.

It seemed both shattered… shattered?!