Chapter 1650: The House Is Bare
Jiangnan's face darkened as he answered the phone, his expression full of disappointment and frustration!
(ꐦ°᷄益°᷅) "What the hell are you afraid of? Even the Dao Heaven rank isn't scared, so why are you, a Transcendent realm, shivering in your boots?"
Back then, you had the guts to smash angels into the ground. Where's that courage now?
Odin replied fearfully: (๑◔﹏◔ิ๑) "Several Dao Heaven rank have already died. Could it be that the Holy Star has called in some big shot?"
"What if it's someone stronger than the Transcendent realm? Then I'm done for, aren't I?"
"These past few days, I've felt like someone's about to ambush me. My heart's unsettled. I can't sleep!"
"Haven't been able to fall asleep for days! If they're gonna fight, just fight already! Hanging me out to dry like this, the torment is unbearable!"
Jiangnan rubbed his brow. He knew that feeling well. Better to be stolen from than to be watched. When he'd been targeted by the Celestial Group back then, it had been endlessly annoying, and he'd only escaped by faking his death.
(•̆～•̆) "Good Big Brother? Say something, will you? The Holy Star's started a decapitation strike. It's dangerous over there too. How about I move to protect you?"
"That way..."
Jiangnan curled his lip: (￢～￢) "Stop talking nonsense. Big Brother's tough, not afraid of assassination. They're already watching you. If you come over, won't you just drag me into the mess?"
"One skirmish between you, and Rongcheng would be gone."
The Vendor Cloth was already a hundred billion in debt, and he hadn't paid it off yet. He didn't want to rack up even more IOUs.
Odin asked with dark circles under his eyes:
(●ᯅ●|||) "Then what should I do? Living in fear like this is torture!"
Jiangnan's expression turned ruthless: "Since you don't want to wait for them to kill you, go on the offensive!"
"With your speed, you can reach any point on the planet faster than even the top space-type, right?"
Odin nodded: "That's true..."
Jiangnan grinned fiercely: "The Holy Star's playing decapitation, huh? Most of the Dao Heaven rank are in the God-Slaying Spell Array right now."
"If the Holy Star comes to decapitate, they can hold out for a while. Give all the Dao Heaven rank Jade Shatter Beads! If they're in danger, they crush the bead and summon you!"
"The moment you get the signal, you rush over, grab whoever's from the Holy Star, and beat them to death!"
Odin swallowed: "So... I'd be a summoning beast then?"
Jiangnan rolled his eyes: "Do you have a better idea? Going on the offensive is better than sitting around waiting to die!"
"Since the Holy Star hasn't launched an open decapitation strike, it means they don't have enough power to overthrow the human faction yet. Reinforcements probably haven't arrived!"
"Remember! You're the hunter now. They're the prey. Got it, little bro? You're a Transcendent! Have some confidence!"
After that phone call, Odin regained his confidence: "Got it! On the offensive, huh? I'll send people to handle it right away!"
With that, he hung up. Jiangnan frowned deeply.
Those who died were all soft targets. The Holy Star hadn't touched the top-tier combatants. The more this happened, the more Jiangnan suspected the Holy Star had another motive for this move. It was just to tie up the top-tier combatants' actions.
Still, he'd have to warn Mi Ye and Bai Kou to be careful and not to stick their heads out anytime soon.
After dealing with everything, Jiangnan lay on the bed, arms behind his head, and started cultivating. Black Garlic plus Pop Rocks—the effect was amazing.
But Jiangnan wasn't just cultivating. He stared at the ceiling, his gaze growing deep.
Fighting technique • Accumulating Momentum, huh?
"Then I'll start with the first person I killed..."
...
The night passed without incident, but the nursing home was buzzing with excitement.
Zhao Dezhu, Wang Zong, Li Kai, and a few other old men were squatting in a room, holding a secret meeting.
(･`益･´◟) "That Old Xiao is way younger than us, and his level's higher. If this keeps up, none of the old ladies in the nursing home will be left for us!"
(◞•̀益•́)و "Yeah, right? Hongyan's already showing disgust when she looks at me. She's always staring at Old Xiao. Damn it! We've got to get younger somehow!"
"But there's only one Incense Bead. We can't put Little Nan in a tough spot."
The old men exchanged glances and let out long sighs.
Wang Zong smacked his lips: "It took us so long to get our pipes unclogged, and now there's no chance to use them?"
Just then, Zhao Dezhu's eyes lit up.
(✧.̮✧◟) "Hey! Xing Cheng! Little Nan said the Incense Bead was refined by Xing Cheng, and he can't afford to feed her."
"What if we feed her? Then when the Incense Bead is refined, it'll be ours! Hehehe~"
"We don't need to be younger than Old Xiao. We just need to be younger than the other old men!"
Those words made everyone's eyes gleam.
The next morning.
Mila went out to walk Xing Cheng as usual.
Xing Cheng was squatting by an anthill at the edge of a flower bed, staring at it curiously.
(•︠︿•︡๑)
Mila smiled: (๑ᵔ◡ᵔ) "These are ants! They're so cute! They have a clear division of labor, and even ant—"
Xing Cheng: (๑･ิ〰･ิ๑) "Ahh munch~"
In one gulp, she swallowed the entire anthill into her mouth. From her furrowed brow, it seemed it didn't taste very good.
Before she could finish, Mila's smile froze.
(٥ᵔ◡ᵔ)...
Apologize to the ants, will you?!
Just as Mila was about to teach Xing Cheng not to eat random things, Zhao Dezhu, Wang Zong, and the others, covered in big red bumps, came over smiling.
(ˊωˋ◟) "Little Mila? Taking a walk? Tired?"
Mila smiled sweetly: "Good morning, grandpas! Not tired at all!"
Wang Zong sighed: (◞‸◟) "Ah~ such a little girl, having to watch over Xing Cheng, can't even play herself. Grandpa feels sorry for you."
"Exactly! Mila is so well-behaved!"
Zhao Dezhu cleared his throat: (◞͡°ก͡°) "We old folks have nothing to do. How about we take care of Xing Cheng for you? You go play?"
"It just snowed. You can build a snowman! Look, over there they're having a snowball fight!"
Hearing "build a snowman," Mila's eyes lit up. Then, as if thinking of something, her big eyes sparkled with amusement.
(˵ಡ.̫ಡ˵) "Alright! Mila will go play by herself. Xing Cheng is yours to take care of. Be careful she doesn't bite you!"
With that, she skipped away happily. The old men looked at the dazed Xing Cheng, their old faces flushed with excitement.
Yes! We've got her!
Xing Cheng opened her mouth wide and pointed at it repeatedly.
(๑'⌂')ᕤ "Xing Cheng~ hungry!"
Zhao Dezhu put on a kind smile:
(◞͡°͜ʖ͡°◟) "Don't worry! Grandpa will take you to—"
"Crunch~"
Before he could finish, Xing Cheng pounced and bit Zhao Dezhu's head, blood immediately streaming down his face.
Zhao Dezhu's mouth twitched. At least I've made it back to Dao Heaven, and she still bites me?
The old men exchanged glances: "Let's go! To the cafeteria!"
In the back kitchen of the cafeteria, the old men stood there, faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.
(̿▀̿̿Ĺ̯̿̿▀̿̿)̄...
The huge cafeteria was completely empty. Not just raw rice and vegetables were gone.
Even the tables, chairs, benches, pots, pans, and all the utensils had disappeared.
All that was left of the cafeteria was the hall itself and the old lady serving food.
She was holding a ladle, and her hand started shaking uncontrollably again.
Xing Cheng glanced at the old lady, then opened her mouth and ate the ladle right out of her hand.
(*¯ㅿ¯*;) Burp~
Now the cafeteria lady's hand wasn't shaking anymore.
She stared at Zhao Dezhu and the others, her eyelids twitching:
Σ(|||ㅎ_ㅎ)っ "Was this kid born from a starving ghost or what?"
The men's faces darkened, but they looked at Xing Cheng expectantly.
(٥◞ŏㅂŏ) "How about it? Full yet? Feel like refining something?"
Xing Cheng shook her head, patted her little belly, and a thunderous rumble came from inside.
(๑･ิ～･ิ๑) "Not full~ hungry!"
Wang Zong's expression turned fierce: "The thirty truckloads of rice I ordered have arrived! Let's go! I refuse to believe we can't fill her up!"
...
In the parking lot, the old men watched in horror as Xing Cheng devoured all the rice from thirty 16-wheel semi-trucks.
She even ate the trucks themselves, leaving only the cabs behind.
Zhao Dezhu waved his hand: (︶益︶◟)ﾉ "Order more! Keep ordering! We're not using our coffin money anyway! Order!"
Load after load of food was brought over, and Xing Cheng took it all in.
Eventually, they couldn't afford to feed her rice anymore and switched to livestock feed. Then they couldn't afford that either, so they had trucks bring bricks for Xing Cheng to eat.
By the end, it wasn't semi-trucks arriving, but dump trucks.
Truly • eating dirt.
By noon, the old men stood in the room, their faces darker than the bottom of a pot.
The room was now as bare as a stripped house.
The bed, TV, furniture, and floorboards were all gone. Even the white paint scraped onto the walls had been licked off.
Only the red brick walls were exposed.
If Zhao Dezhu hadn't stopped her, the whole house would have vanished.
Xing Cheng was still biting Zhao Dezhu's head.
Wang Zong urged: (◞°᷄益°᷅) "Are you sure all your coffin money is really gone?"
Zhao Dezhu ground his teeth: "You think I'd lie? She even ate my bankbook! The clothes on my back are the only property I have left in this world!"
Li Kai's eyes ached with pain: "Don't even mention it. The wheelchair that accompanied me through countless days and nights—she ate that too!"
"Why can't she ever get full? Is she a bottomless pit?!"
"There's not even any reaction? Give us some feedback, at least!"
Just then, Xing Cheng frowned and lowered her head to touch her belly.
(๑･᷄～･᷅)?
A gurgling sound came from inside, probably from eating that wheelchair or something.
Then, with a "bU~", an orange fragrant breeze erupted from Xing Cheng's rear end.
In the blink of an eye, it filled the entire room.
Zhao Dezhu and the others' eyes went wide.
Isn't this the same fragrance as the Incense Bead?!
∑(°口°◟)
But... but how the hell did it come out from there?!
That's a fart, isn't it?!
Suddenly, the group remembered what Mila had said earlier...
Oh my god! So this is how "refining" works? The Incense Bead that Jiangnan had them smell was actually Xing Cheng's... poop?!
Ptooey!
[Resentment value from Zhao Dezhu +1001!]
[From Wang Zong...]
[From Li Kai...]
At that moment, the old men who had finally grasped the truth went wild, spamming resentment values.
So we've been holding a poop ball, smelling it one by one, and even feeling upset that we couldn't smell enough, so we dug our nostrils bigger to smell it deeper?
Oh my god, I'm just ~%?...#;*’☆!