Chapter 168
Chapter 168
As Hua Jiunan finished speaking with Old Sixth Hui, the contest between Chen Daji and Zhao Fei also reached its conclusion.
Faced with Zhao Fei’s ultimate move-planting his massive backside directly on his face-Chen Daji could no longer endure the suffocation and nausea. He surrendered in humiliation.
“What the hell, Fatty Zhao? Who taught you such a vicious move?!”
Nothing made Eighth Master Chang happier than seeing Chen Daji suffer.
“You’ve got some damn nerve criticizing anyone else, little bastard! Why didn’t Fatty Zhao smother you to death with his ass?”
“Have you forgotten sitting on my face a while back?!”
Chen Daji gave an awkward grin and found himself speechless.
In the blink of an eye, late night arrived. Faced with an unknown enemy, Eighth Master Chang was never short on caution.
He hid behind the dormitory door with the empty black instant-noodle pot overturned on his head.
Then he positioned Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji within reach of his tail.
His eyes remained fixed nervously on the world outside.
As for Zhao Fei… he was on his own.
In Eighth Master Chang’s view, any fat man who slowed him down was a bad fat man.
Even one who helped beat up that little bastard Chen Daji was no exception.
The others looked far more relaxed.
Hua Jiunan and Old Sixth Hui sat cross-legged opposite each other with all sorts of snacks between them.
They drank wine while discussing the Dao.
Beneath the hazy moonlight, they looked like immortals descended among mortals.
Chen Daji was still locked in a standoff with Zhao Fei over the backside-to-the-face incident.
But every time he tried to launch an attack, Eighth Master Chang curled his tail around him and returned him to his original position.
Not an inch out of place!
It left Chen Daji furious, yet there was nothing he could do about Eighth Master Chang.
After all, Chen Daji had studied the art of war with Hua Jiunan for several days. He knew better than to offend two powerful enemies at once.
Otherwise, caught between a giant snake and a damned fatty, he would die an especially ugly death.
But one mouth cannot tell the affairs of two households at once. Meanwhile, back at the Li family villa, Li Feng and his son sat together in profound embarrassment.
Before them was Li Jiao, her chest and shoulders exposed.
She was sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder with snot and drool running freely.
Every so often, she even let out a deranged giggle.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
At the twelve strokes of midnight, Li Jiao sprang upright as though struck by lightning.
“Cackle, cackle! When Yama calls you to die at the third watch, none can keep you alive until the fifth!”
Without bothering to straighten her clothes, she walked directly to the evil god’s statue and lit two red candles, each as thick as a child’s arm.
Li Jiao selected one of the row of large black vats before her and opened it.
She hauled out one of the mummified corpses.
A nauseating stench followed it.
The corpse’s face was twisted, and its hands clawed painfully at its cheeks. It had clearly suffered terribly before death.
From its features, one could still vaguely tell it had been an adult man.
But after baking inside the black vat for three years, it had shrunk to barely three feet tall.
Li Jiao placed the corpse on the altar, then danced and leaped around it while chanting an incomprehensible incantation.
About fifteen minutes later, she used scissors to cut a large hole in the top of its skull.
From a small clay jar, Li Jiao grabbed a handful of black flesh-eating grubs and stuffed them inside.
Once the grubs entered its head, the mummified corpse creaked upright and glared viciously at the three people in the room.
Li Jiao flew into a rage. Snatching up a black human-skin whip, she lashed it savagely across the corpse.
“Beast! You dare bare your teeth at this grand aunt? Are you tired of living?!”
As if awakening from a long dream, the corpse dropped to its knees before Li Jiao with terror in its eyes and began kissing her toes over and over.
Strange, meaningless syllables gurgled from its mouth.
Li Jiao seemed to revel in the scene and began murmuring along with it.
Li Feng was horrified and hurriedly called out a reminder.
“Little Sister, avenging Jinlong is more important!”
“If you… if you want one, your Second Brother will bring you two more male favorites tomorrow!”
(The source dictionary explains “male favorite” through the beauty of a man’s face and hair. The term refers to a handsome man and, by extension, a male concubine or lover.)
Only then did Li Jiao force down her desire.
Cackling, she lit the yellow paper bearing the three boys’ birth dates and stuffed it into the corpse’s mouth.
“Be good, darling. Go kill them! Go kill them right now!”
“Come back quickly once it’s done. Your grand aunt wants you to…”
The mummified corpse immediately turned and ran outside, transformed into a streak of black smoke, and vanished.