Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 678 - 678 172 Mahu_2

678: Chapter 172: Mahu_2 678: Chapter 172: Mahu_2 Su He followed Baiyin inside and saw two people arguing.

There were also five desiccated corpses on the ground.

An imposing middle-aged man sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion, while a pinched-faced, monkey-cheeked fellow was clenching his fists tightly, glancing at the desiccated corpses on the ground.

Both men seemed completely unaware of Su He and Baiyin’s arrival.

The middle-aged man dropped the corpse he was holding in his hand, slightly opened his eyes to look at the pinched-faced junior brother with a helpless shake of his head and a bitter smile, “Junior Brother Sun, to defect is to defect, should one not sever ties completely with the past?

To be in the Yuan Sovereign’s camp with one’s heart in Mystery Yellow will lead to a very miserable death!”

The junior brother gritted his teeth, “Brother Ma, even if my heart isn’t in Mystery Yellow, one should not consume the souls of fellows from Mystery Yellow!

Our master is the legit successor of Mystery Yellow!”

The middle-aged man laughed, “Sitting in this position, some things are beyond our control!

Just go, Junior Brother!

I’ll keep your reward for myself.

I know you care about Mystery Yellow and cannot do these things.

I’ll take the burden for you.”

The slim junior brother’s breathing grew heavier until he finally took a deep look at his senior brother and turned to leave without looking back.

The stone door to the quiet room opened and then closed; the senior brother waved his hand and completely sealed it off.

Brother Ma then pulled out another corpse from his storage bag—a half-corpse.

A Fairy’s Divine God Soul had already dissipated, but the flesh body had not yet completely perished.

Brother Ma sneered with contempt, “Old friends of Mystery Yellow, but where were these friends when I was captured and imprisoned?”

He laughed coldly as his body arched forward to suck at the corpse, a move similar to the Gluttonous Eating Method but much cruder.

Just as he was indulging and moving toward the corpse, a cold voice sounded before him, “Have you ever thought that perhaps among the corpses you’ve been feasting on, one might have come to save you?”

The indulged Brother Ma suddenly looked up.

The shock was extraordinary; someone had infiltrated his meditation chamber unnoticed!

He looked ahead but saw no one.

“Who?!

Who dares to trespass in the City Lord’s Mansion?!” Brother Ma’s face turned ice-cold as his hand reached for his waist for the magical treasure, a pair of shrunken grindstones.

He grabbed them, but no matter what, he couldn’t pull them off.

Knowing he had encountered a formidable person, Brother Ma retreated instantly, an hidden door behind him opening for an escape.

He dove in, only to crash into an invisible air wall and rebound back.

Turning around in terror, he saw a man and a woman.

The man was handsome, and the woman was stunningly beautiful, both looking at him as if he were already a dead man.

The middle-aged man’s face drastically changed!

It was Sun Yuan!

Only that miscreant could have entered his secluded place without making a sound!

“Please allow me to explain this matter!” the middle-aged man said.

Baiyin giggled with a nod, “Sure!

Don’t worry, we won’t kill you just yet.

Feel free to argue your case.”

As she spoke, a slender green finger pointed forward and a ray of light landed on the middle-aged man, whose eyes suddenly widened with blood vessels in them all turning red, bursting one after another as two lines of blood tears broke free.

He opened his mouth to scream, but what emerged was instead a bray like that of a donkey.

Ah—eh!

Ah—eh!

His screams echoed.

Unable to maintain his human form, he collapsed to the ground with a pair of blood-red eyes, looking at Su He and Baiyin in terror, unable to utter a word though he wanted to beg for mercy.

But Su He understood the brays as nothing more than disjointed, desperate excuses.

Spikes began sprouting from his body; these were no ordinary spikes but the results of Baiyin’s finger tearing his Divine God Soul apart, turning it into needles that pierced his heart and lungs, shattering his bones.

The middle-aged man could no longer keep his human form and fell to the ground, transforming into a red-skinned male donkey.

Fear and intense pain were visible in his eyes.

To have one’s Divine God Soul slowly cut out is a pain beyond the endurance of ordinary people, yet he couldn’t die or faint, remaining painfully aware, even as his senses were amplified to an extreme!

In the process of condensing the True Spirit for Su He, Baiyin’s research on the Divine God Soul had reached unbelievable levels!

The Ass demon screamed and moaned piteously, thrashing its hooves.

Baiyin, head lowered, watched quietly.

Su He squeezed her hand tightly, and Baiyin turned her head, her smile as enchanting as ever, “What?

Do you think I’m cruel?”

Su He shook his head, “Next time, let me do it.”

This was a task for a man to handle.

Baiyin giggled, swaying his hand, “Okay!”

Listening to Su He’s words, while hearing the donkey’s brays, seemed to put Baiyin in a much better mood.

With a wave of her sleeve, she swept the male donkey into her storage bag, disdainfully tossing it onto Su He.

“Let’s go!

Let’s go back and open a shop, we’ll sell donkey meat fireside dishes tomorrow!”

Inside the storage bag, the Ass demon trembled and struggled, whether from the suffocation of the storage bag that wasn’t meant for living creatures, or the horror of Baiyin’s remark.

Baiyin didn’t care about its thoughts; the more it resisted, the happier she became.

Before Su He could thoroughly loot the treasures of the quiet room, she had already pulled him out, hopping towards another courtyard.

Looking around as she ran, she soon returned with a string of keys in hand.

She had actually bought a shop in the bustling market, intent on selling donkey meat fireside dishes.

By evening, the signboard had been delivered: “Suzhou Donkey Meat Hall,” five dark, shining characters, made to order by a cultivator among many cultivator-owned shops nearby.

Su He stood with a bitter smile amidst the shop ready to open, turning to look at Baiyin who was eagerly facing the stove, “You can’t eat the stove!”

“Tsk!” Baiyin glared at him.

Su He chuckled, “Can my clan sister cook?”