Chapter 163
Chapter 163
Everyone in the room burst into laughter again at Chen Daji’s expense.
Deaf Granny earnestly instructed him, “Jiunan, listen to Grandma.”
“If your enemies discover you’re still alive, they’ll plot against you day and night.”
“They’re afraid-afraid that once you grow powerful, you’ll seek retribution against them!”
“So until you’ve killed every last one of those beasts, you must follow the advice these Immortal Spirits have given you.”
At that moment, Hua Jiunan matured once more, his resolve hardening like ice that had endured ten thousand years.
“Grandma, Seniors, don’t worry. I’ll remember!”
Chen Daji was a hot-blooded man who had never lacked the courage to risk his life for a brother.
“Big Brother, I didn’t understand much of what the Immortal Spirits said, but I can promise you this.”
“Whenever we fight someone, if you tell me to charge, I’ll charge. Even if my nose gets smashed into a crater, I’ll slit my wrists and keep fighting!”
“I won’t chicken out!”
At that point, Chen Daji hesitated briefly and drew in his neck.
“At least, as long as Eighth Master doesn’t run, I definitely won’t run first…”
No one bothered responding to the incorrigible Chen Daji.
Old Sixth Hui told them what had happened after he went to the school.
Chang Huaiyuan snorted disdainfully when he heard the story.
“A Human-Bone Talisman?”
“Only evil Maoshan cultivators and peoples beyond the civilized realm would use something so damaging to hidden virtue.”
(The author must add this note even if readers complain: Chang Huaiyuan has lived for a thousand years, so he calls everyone beyond the borders of the Divine Land “peoples beyond the civilized realm.”)
“Peoples beyond the civilized realm?” Hu Qingshan murmured.
“Could whoever made the Human-Bone Talisman be the same person raising the Ox Ghost?”
“This matter is becoming more interesting by the moment.”
A cold gleam entered Old Sixth Hui’s eyes.
“Whether they’re working together or not, anyone who threatens the young master physician must die!”
“Tomorrow, I’ll have the little ones keep watch over Huimu Mountain.”
“We must drag every last one of them into the open!”
With the matter settled, everyone dispersed to attend to their own affairs.
Early the next morning, after eating his instant noodles, Eighth Master Chang carried Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji back to school at breakneck speed.
Hua Jiunan was fine. Protected by Dragon Skin and trained in Ancient Martial Arts since childhood, he hardly felt the cold.
Chen Daji, however, suffered miserably.
Although he had prepared by wearing a full-face motorcycle helmet, he was still so cold that tears and snot streamed down his face.
“E-E-E-Eighth Master, can I discuss something with you?”
Eighth Master answered irritably, “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out, you little bastard!”
Sniffling loudly, Chen Daji stammered, “C-C-Could we put a roof over you?”
“H-H-However much it costs, my dad will pay.”
Eighth Master had known nothing decent would come out of the brat’s mouth.
As he turned to leave, he cursed loudly.
“Get lost!”
“I’m a damn snake, not a turtle! If I wandered all over the mountains with a shell on my back, everyone would laugh themselves to death!”
The moment Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji entered the school gates, they ran into Li Jinlong waiting there.
Chen Daji charged forward, swinging his helmet.
“What, you didn’t get beaten enough last time?”
“Now you’re delivering yourself right to us?!”
Born into a family of hoodlums, Li Jinlong knew perfectly well that a wise man did not fight when the odds were against him.
Besides, he had come prepared with a vicious scheme.
He repeatedly waved his hands at Chen Daji and offered him a cigarette with an ingratiating grin.
“Don’t misunderstand, Boss Chen. I’m only passing by!”
Chen Daji spat, then knocked the cigarette from Li Jinlong’s hand in disgust.
“If you’re passing by, then get lost!”
“Damn it, if I weren’t half-frozen, I’d beat the crap out of you right now!”
Watching Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji walk away, Li Jinlong sneered.
He carefully drew a foul-smelling black bat from inside his coat.
After biting his fingertip, he dripped blood into the bat’s mouth.
“Little Ancestor, did you remember what those two looked like?”
“Please go tell my aunt that they bullied me. I want them dead!”