Chapter 257
Chapter 257
Fiendish World.
“What do we do? We’re finished!” the assistant cried in despair from where he sat on the floor.
The people outside believed the Priest was omnipotent. If they learned that a child had stumped him, wouldn’t they tear the two of them apart?
“Don’t panic!”
Liu Ye shouted. Seeing the Priest unconscious made him anxious too. As far as he knew, the Priest had treated him well, teaching him to read and giving him food. Yet now a Galaka had made the man faint.
“Don’t worry! Brother Guiwa said that if someone faints, you give them artificial respiration!”
As he spoke, he looked at the assistant.
The assistant: “…”
“Me?”
“Of course. I’m a child! Children can’t let people kiss them casually. Brother Guiwa said boys need to protect themselves when they’re out too.”
The assistant: “…”
I’m a boy too!
But there was no choice. Liu Ye was a child, and this was an emergency.
The assistant turned the Priest’s head and prepared to give him artificial respiration.
“Oh, right! Brother Guiwa also said you need to do some kind of resuscitation!”
Liu Ye placed both little hands on the Priest’s chest and pressed down gently.
Crack!
Pfft!
Blood erupted from the Priest’s mouth like a fountain, spraying the assistant’s face.
The assistant: “…”
“Uncle! You’re awake!”
Liu Ye shouted excitedly.
“Brother Guiwa’s method works so well!”
The viewers: “…”
It wasn’t Brother Guiwa’s method that worked. The Priest’s body was simply incredibly durable!
Fortunately, the Priest was already a half-Fiend. Liu Ye’s press would have killed an ordinary person outright.
Even so, the Priest was gravely injured.
He looked at Liu Ye and decided the boy could not be allowed to live. The child was far too opinionated. If Liu Ye asked another blasphemous question, the Priest truly would not survive.
He sent the assistant outside first, instructing him to tell the crowd that their god had issued a summons and the celebration party would be rescheduled.
Once the assistant left, the Priest quietly reached for a metal rod behind him.
“Little friend! Look behind you!”
Liu Ye turned. The Priest seized the rod and swung it at Liu Ye’s head with all his strength!
Clang!
At the crisp impact, the Priest stared dumbfounded at the steel pipe in his hand. It had bent into the shape of Liu Ye’s body.
Liu Ye turned back, rubbed his head, and said happily,
“Uncle! Do you want to play Whac-A-Mole with me? Great! Whac-A-Mole is my favorite! You’re done hitting, right? Then it’s my turn!”
The moment he finished, Liu Ye pulled an enormous hammer from the little bundle on his back!
The Priest’s eyes nearly popped out. He turned to run, but…
“Hey!”
Boom!
Liu Ye brought the hammer down. The entire hospital shook several times, and a Priest-shaped crater appeared in the floor.
…
After an unknown amount of time, the Priest slowly regained consciousness. His entire body ached. Looking around in confusion, he found himself backstage while miserable screams sounded outside from time to time.
For some reason, his whole body felt chilly, especially his head, which seemed to be leaking cold air.
The Priest sat up and touched his head in puzzlement, only to feel a perfectly smooth surface.
The Priest: “…”
He frantically felt his head again, disbelief filling his eyes. He hurriedly looked at the mirror beside him and saw a gleaming bald scalp. His clothes had been stripped away, leaving only his underwear, while messy black lines covered his entire body, including his face.
“Aah! Who did this?! My hair! Where is my hair?!”
The Priest clutched his head and screamed in terror.
The cries outside abruptly fell silent. A little head poked through the curtain.
“Uncle! You’re awake!”
Liu Ye spoke happily.
“My hair! Where did my hair go?!” the Priest cried in despair.
“It looked too long, so I shaved it for you. Uncle, pay me!”
Liu Ye held out his little hand. They might know each other, but he still had to collect his fee. A voice in his mind constantly reminded him to earn money and bring Brother Guiwa and the others to live in the city as soon as possible!
“Pay you? Kiss my ass!”
The Priest rushed into the bathroom, touching his bald head and nearly weeping. He turned on the faucet and frantically scrubbed the paint off his face, but no matter how long he washed, it would not come off.
“What did you use to draw this?!”
The Priest sounded frantic.
“This!”
Liu Ye held up the pen. The Priest looked closely. It was a permanent marker.
The Priest: “…”
“Aah!”
That stuff was nearly impossible to wash off! Worse, it covered his entire body, making him look like a Black African man.
Knowing he could not clean it off anytime soon, he hurriedly asked Liu Ye,
“Where are my clothes?”
Liu Ye walked in wearing the Priest’s clothes.
They had been cut to pieces and now looked like a bedsheet thrown over his head.
“You have your own clothes! Why are you wearing mine?!” the Priest shouted tearfully.
“Uncle, the uncles and aunties outside wanted you to teach them. You were asleep, so I got ready to teach them for you. But I didn’t have the right clothes, so I had to borrow yours!”
Liu Ye looked embarrassed.
“Uncle, you don’t need to thank me. It’s what I should do.”
The Priest: “…”
His heart hurt. Still, he knew he could not faint. Who knew what condition he would wake up in next time?
He hurried outside to see how his followers were doing, only to find…
Bodies strewn everywhere!
Everyone lay twitching on the floor without a single uninjured spot. Many had even lost their sanity and were drooling as they grinned foolishly.
“It’s over!”
The Priest fell to his knees. Even his ability could not reverse damage like this!
These people were finished. The network of contacts he had spent more than ten years building was finished too.
“Uncle, what’s wrong? Are you unhappy? Have some candy!” Liu Ye used chopsticks to pick up a piece of candy and stuff it into the Priest’s mouth.
The Priest chewed instinctively. Something tasted wrong. Why was it bitter? And why did his throat burn?
“What’s this candy made of?”
“Let me see! This one is made of paper, that one is made of dirt, and this one is made of poop…”
“Made of poop?”
The Priest’s eyes widened.
“No, no! That isn’t the one you ate! Yours was made from this!”
Liu Ye held up a box. The Priest looked over and saw three words: toilet bowl cleaner.
The Priest: “…”
“Blargh!”
He sprinted into the bathroom and shoved a hand down his throat to make himself vomit. That stuff was poisonous!