Chapter 174
Chapter 174
Despite suffering setback after setback, Li Jiao’s obsessive nature drove her to continue.
She cautiously picked up the Dough Doll representing Zhao Fei, malice filling her face.
With a savage grin, she walked step by step toward the unconscious Li Jinlong.
“Cackle, cackle! My precious darling, come let Auntie dote on you properly!”
Knowing Li Jiao’s nature, Li Feng stared in horror as she approached.
“Little Sister, what are you doing?”
“Jinlong is your own nephew!”
Li Jiao’s laughter grew even more deranged.
“Cackle, cackle! I know, I know!”
“Don’t worry, Second Brother. I don’t want to ‘eat’ Jinlong yet. I only need to borrow something from him and put this trash to use…”
Without waiting for Li Feng to respond, she reached down and gouged out Li Jinlong’s blinded eye.
At the sight of Li Jinlong wailing with blood covering his face, that perverse satisfaction returned to Li Jiao’s expression.
“My little darling, Auntie truly wants to have you right now…”
Seeing his son grievously harmed, Li Feng overcame his fear and spread his arms to block Li Jinlong.
“Have you gone mad, Little Sister? What exactly are you trying to do?!”
Rather than angering Li Jiao, her Second Brother’s accusation earned him a flirtatious glance.
“Second Brother, I just love a domineering man like you.”
The small measure of courage Li Feng had mustered vanished as he recoiled from her.
Looking like a malicious ghost, Li Jiao gave a cold snort.
“Hmph. Stinking men are all alike!”
“Strong on the outside and hollow within!”
As she spoke, Li Jiao pressed Li Jinlong’s eyeball onto the Dough Doll.
“Wutong, Wutong; solitary, solitary. I offer this divine eye-take his life! By command!”
After finishing the incantation, Li Jiao drove her scissors into the Dough Doll’s left eye.
Under her nervous gaze, nothing unexpected occurred this time.
Her suspended heart finally settled, and she laughed with utter madness.
“Cackle, cackle! Die, stinking brat!”
As she spoke, Li Jiao drew a small pitch-black bow from against her shriveled chest.
Three tiny crimson arrows hung from it.
“Wutong, Wutong, feet upon the Seven Stars. With the great sky-cleaving ax, cut down the five forms of ghosts! By command!”
The three red arrows flew out, striking the Dough Doll between the brows, in the throat, and through the heart.
In the dormitory, Zhao Fei screamed and crouched down, clutching his bleeding left eye.
Then he cried out again, covered his face, and collapsed.
Blood streamed from his brow, throat, and chest.
The sight terrified Chen Daji.
Loyal as ever, he shouted and threw himself over Zhao Fei, not forgetting to warn Hua Jiunan.
“Big Brother, get down! There’s a sniper!”
Eighth Master Chang knocked Chen Daji away with a sweep of his tail.
“Sniper, my ass! The little fatty isn’t worth the price of the bullet!”
“Someone is harming him with a curse!”
“If you keep lying on him, he’ll stop breathing!”
Hua Jiunan hurried to Zhao Fei, recited the Evil-Breaking Incantation without hesitation, and pressed one finger between his brows.
“The Dao follows nature; Heaven and Earth know no bounds. By decree!”
“Daji, remove Zhao Fei’s shirt. I need to stabilize his soul and break the curse!”
At critical moments, Chen Daji could still be relied upon.
He stripped Zhao Fei in a few swift motions, then asked, “Big Brother, anything else you need me to do?”
(The original idiom here comes from an abacus formula and now describes doing something swiftly and efficiently.)
Hua Jiunan nodded.
“Daji, I need your pure yang blood to draw Talismans!”
“Easy!” At Hua Jiunan’s words, Chen Daji offered up his nose without hesitation.
He struck it with a bang, and blood began to flow.
“Is that enough, Big Brother? I can hit it again if you need more!”
Hua Jiunan hurriedly nodded several times.
“Enough. That’s more than enough!”
At the same time, he thought to himself:
I should find a chance to give Daji the short knife Uncle Snow Corpse gave me.
If this continues, that fool will flatten his nose sooner or later…