Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 149 - 111 light as a feather

Chapter 149: 111 light as a feather

The demon consumes twelve people and gains twelve lives!

Fang Zhixing felt a chill in his heart and exclaimed, "What if the demon consumes thousands or even tens of thousands of people? Would they then possess tens of thousands of lives?"

Master Yun Xin sighed, "As unbelievable as it seems, that is indeed the reality."

"If one day we truly encounter such a demon with thousands or tens of thousands of lives, then we must kill them thousands or tens of thousands of times to totally eradicate them."

Fang Zhixing was stunned and asked, "Has such a demon appeared before?"

Master Yun Xin nodded affirmatively, "Yes, more than once!"

"..."

Fang Zhixing was speechless for a long while and involuntarily glanced at Xigou.

The demon and Xigou are strikingly similar; they both have multiple lives.

Hearing this, Xigou was also incredibly astonished and transmitted telepathically, "What’s going on, have demons started cheating too?"

"Yes, even more outrageously than your hack!"

Fang Zhixing deeply agreed and mused, "Apart from their inability to cultivate, demons are truly a bug-like existence."

Xigou thought for a moment and responded, "In my view, demons are somewhat like the ’Glutton’ in games; as long as they consume others, they can master their skills, which is utterly perverse and unreasonable."

Fang Zhixing pondered for a moment and continued to inquire of Master Yun Xin, "When the demon revealed its true form, suddenly a vast amount of grey mist appeared. What was that all about?"

Master Yun Xin explained carefully, "According to our guess, that grey mist is formed from the evaporation of the demon’s sweat and bloodstains!

Think about it, when the demon reveals its true form, its body changes drastically, its body temperature rises sharply, and it inevitably secretes a large amount of sweat and bloodstains, which then turn into grey mist."

Fang Zhixing understood and curiously asked, "It seems you dare not touch the grey mist, why is that?"

Master Yun Xin continued, "That grey mist comes from the demon and is highly toxic. A small amount breathed into the mouth and nose will make one feel dizzy, nauseous, and generally unwell.

Moreover, inhaling too much could cause us to lose our minds, and even our bodies might go out of control!"

Fang Zhixing raised his eyebrows and deeply noted this point.

"Go on~"

The road was in good condition. The two spurred their horses and galloped quickly.

About an hour later, they successfully returned to Shuijing Temple.

"Hero Fang, you’ve had a long night; thank you for your hard work. Please rest well," Master Yun Xin said with a smile.

Fang Zhixing replied, "I’m fine; please rest well too, Master."

The two parted ways.

Fang Zhixing returned to the Zen room, first indulging in a joyful bath, then lying down on his bed to sleep.

He slept until the afternoon.

When he awoke, Fang Zhixing heard the sound of rain hitting the windowpane.

He yawned, lazed around in bed for a while, then got up to dress.

He pushed open the window and looked out.

The sound of rain~

Outside, the weather was gloomy and cold, the bamboo forest swayed, with light rain mixed with snow.

The rain fell in a steady drizzle, the snow silently and gently.

Everything was as beautiful as a painting.

Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, sucking the fresh air into his lungs, then slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

His whole being felt instantly refreshed.

"Fang Zhixing, you’ve finally woken up."

Suddenly, Xigou scampered over and crouched in front of Fang Zhixing, sticking out its tongue and wagging its tail enthusiastically.

Fang Zhixing looked sideways at Xigou, feeling puzzled.

Lately, Xigou had been playing on its own, sticking to Little A-Hua, joyfully frolicking without wanting to stay with Fang Zhixing at all.

Why the sudden, unrequested kindness?

He couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow and asked, "What’s up?"

Xigou moved its head to one side a few times, signaling, "Let’s go to the town and eat something good."

Fang Zhixing instantly realized.

Indeed, they had been at Shuijing Temple for about ten days, eating vegetarian food daily, and were thoroughly tired of it.

Xigou was just craving some tasty food!

Fang Zhixing chuckled coldly, "What, you want to eat meat again?"

Drooling, Xigou said, "Who the hell can stand plain food every day? Don’t you want to eat meat as well?"

"Yes, I do want to eat meat."

Fang Zhixing crossed his arms in front of his chest and spoke coldly, "However, I don’t see the need to bring you along."

Xigou exclaimed, "What do you mean by that? Are you planning to eat alone?"

Fang Zhixing snorted coldly, "You come to me when you want good food and kick me away once you’re full. You’re indifferent to me; why should I take you? Do you think I’m that cheap?"

Unconvinced, Xigou responded, "Didn’t I accompany you last night to hunt demons?"

"Pfft!"

Disdainfully, Fang Zhixing mocked coldly, "You just did that for yourself, didn’t you? Even if you did go, what contribution did you make afterward?"

Xigou was suddenly at a loss for words.

When hunting demons in Great Liu Village, Fang Zhixing at least shot a few arrows, while Xigou did nothing from start to finish.

Defensively, Xigou argued, "It’s not that I didn’t contribute; I just didn’t get the opportunity."

Fang Zhixing interrupted, "A dog without merits deserves to eat plain food."

Saying this, he resolutely turned around, put on his coat, opened an umbrella, and walked into the snowstorm by himself.

Seeing this, Xigou angrily said, "So, Fang Zhixing, you’re taking revenge on me, huh? Really not taking me?"

Fang Zhixing left the Zen room without a word.

"Damn!"

Frustrated, Xigou gnashed its teeth while pacing back and forth under the eaves.

The sound of hooves~

Fang Zhixing rode his horse away from Shuijing Temple, heading for Chizhu Town.

Amid the rain and snow, the streets were almost empty, eerily quiet.

Fang Zhixing found a small tavern and entered.

Inside, a small stove was lit, its flames burning by themselves, keeping the place warm.

Fang Zhixing looked around and saw not a single soul.

The tavern keeper sat in front of the stove, head lowered, dozing off.