Chapter 11 Anyway, all my intelligence is used to provoke me...
When you sniff the ripe fruit on the plate, flies will always take the opportunity to crawl into your nasal cavity and burrow into your skull.
This is what I feel like now that I'm recovering.
Nezha is holding a grudge.
Her usually gentle face gradually softened under Nezha's gaze.
The girl turned and walked straight towards Jinzha.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, young master."
Describing the entire process of the human sacrifice in minute detail was a form of psychological intimidation. Ultimately, his charade boiled down to Ping Yu's failure to immediately agree with his point of view. Nezha's method of intimidation was always the same: using his Universe Ring to hang Ping Yu when she tried to escape; and knocking her unconscious without explanation when she refused to comply…
Just like when a child talks back, they get slapped.
Pain is the most powerful sensory organ for storing memories.
There's more than just Nezha in this room; Jinzha is there too!
Upon hearing this, the young man was taken aback.
He glanced at his younger brother, whose expression was frozen, and nodded apologetically to the girl: "No problem, I will protect you."
After saying that, Nezha's hand was empty.
Pingyu naturally grasped the long neck of the goblet, slowly pulling the vessel from his grasp. Her movements were steady, as if sharing a bed with a demon was commonplace for her. Nezha's fingers tightened, gripping the stern of the goblet. He stared at Pingyu, seeing into her eyes: "Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm scared." She answered truthfully, her grip tightening. "That's why I told Jinzha, and he just promised to protect me."
"You think he's better than me?!" The boy used a little force to snatch most of the item back.
Ping Yu simply let go, refusing to fight him with force.
She lay back down on the couch, covered herself with the blanket, folded her hands over her stomach, closed her eyes, and said, "Anyway, you said to make the most of everything. To the Third Young Master, I am an object, Huang Kou Gong is an object, and Jin Zha is also an object. Since that's the case, what's the point of caring who's more powerful?"
"To avoid wasting time and having to wait until tomorrow."
When the words "burden" were uttered, Nezha's face nearly melted into his hair. The girl's tone, however, was sincere, revealing no hint of yin or yang. Jinzha wanted to go out and laugh, but dared not. He was terrified that the moment he turned his back, the girl on the bed would be stabbed to death by his younger brother with a gold brick. The young man could only pretend to choke on his saliva, coughing incessantly.
"What are you coughing for? If you have a cold, go see a doctor. Don't spread your illness here!" Nezha glared at Jinzha, clearly taking his anger out on him. The young man wasn't annoyed and replied, "I'm not leaving. What will happen to Pingyu if I leave?"
His words made Nezha even angrier.
He kept a straight face, unwilling to say anything more. With a loud bang, Pingyu heard a heavy crash beside her. She turned around instantly, and the door slammed shut behind her. The wooden door creaked, clearly badly damaged. The girl opened her eyes and rolled herself up into a sitting position. She crossed her legs, made a face at the door, and stuck out her tongue: "Hehe!"
She withdrew her hand and lay back down.
With perfect precision, Nezha smashed the goblet onto the pillow. As Pingyu turned to the side, his face was directly facing the crack on the goblet's belly. The rebellious feeling from before gradually subsided with the silence in the room, and the previously suppressed fear slowly resurfaced.
"Do I have to hold you while you sleep?"
She touched the protective amulet around her neck.
She muttered to herself as she pulled the wine glass into her arms.
As soon as he tightened his arms, a question flashed through Ping Yu's mind: Are human bones actually soft?
It wasn't as cold and sinister as ordinary evil spirits; it resembled a soft, fleshy belly and plump, smooth breasts beneath human clothing. Upon contact with skin, it almost melted into a puddle of water in Ping Yu's arms. If she hadn't been watching this cup intently, she might have forgotten its existence after a while. Ping Yu possessed a heavy aura of yin energy; in layman's terms, to evil spirits, she was like a thousand-year-old lingzhi mushroom, a highly nourishing substance. Otherwise, the giant python in her dream wouldn't have dared to venture into Nezha's territory to devour her and transform into a dragon.
Compared to the demons he had encountered before, the Yellow Mouth Wine Cup was remarkably "docile." Aside from its tactile sensation, it showed no unusual movement whatsoever. In Ping Yu's arms, it was like a lifeless object, an ordinary vessel.
Is it because I'm a child too?
She thought to herself that the yellow-mouthed goblet contained the soul of a child. Perhaps seeing her as a child herself, it would feel pity. With that thought, Pingyu tried closing her eyes.
At that very moment, she heard the sound of the wind rushing past her ears.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly opened her eyes.
He lowered his head, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.
The crack on the wine cup was facing Ping Yu's face; it had turned itself around.
It turns out that the monster wasn't safe; she simply hadn't found the right way to trigger it.
The peddler said that you have to sleep with the wine cup in your arms all night so that it will be refilled. But Pingyu had been watching the cup warily the whole time and hadn't closed his eyes, so it could only be considered that he was "hugging" it.
Humans aren't fish, how can they sleep with their eyes open?
Pingyu calmed down a bit, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes again.
.
Outside, Jinzha was speaking to Nezha in a low voice: "Don't we need to go inside?"
The moment the wind blew, both of them felt an extremely strong demonic aura erupt from inside the house. Nezha had already taken the golden brick in his hand and turned around, ready to break down the door. But the demonic aura vanished completely in less than half a breath. Jinzha had never encountered such a situation before, and he froze in place, asking for the other's opinion.
Nezha squinted and looked at the girl on the couch through the paper window.
"Let's not go in yet."
He said, “When you and I received the goblet, didn’t we also fail to detect any demonic aura on it? According to the peddler, it couldn’t be served openly only because of the ritual, but in reality, it’s extremely sought after in secluded places. Although our people love wine, fine wines have always been reserved for the powerful and wealthy. And which rich merchant or noble family doesn’t entertain Taoist priests as guests? I’ve thought that perhaps the wine in their goblet wasn’t bloody at all, but rather that the peddler’s goblet was damaged, causing the wine to reveal its true nature to us. Since it can conceal the blood from its patrons, this goblet must not be an ordinary human bone, but a magical artifact. It can seal away evil spirits and suppress demonic nature. Pingyu must have done something just now to slightly loosen its seal and release the demonic aura.”
Similar to how talismans are always pasted on the coffins of the deceased, only when they are completely removed will the dead inside rise up.
It's fine to lift a little bit of the talisman and then stick it back on.
Seeing that what he said was logical and reasonable, Jinzha also calmed down. But in the blink of an eye, another possibility came to mind. The young man hesitated and remained undecided, which annoyed Nezha.
"Speak quickly if you have something to say."
Jinzha asked suspiciously, "You didn't say all that to retaliate against Pingyu for not begging for mercy earlier, but instead bringing a wine cup to me for help, so you wanted to scare her enough before going in to rescue her, did you?"
"How is that possible?! Don't use your petty mind to judge..."
Nezha jumped up in anger and instinctively retorted. But then, remembering that he wasn't exactly a "gentleman," he changed his tune and said, "You're being too presumptuous."
"real?"
Jinzha didn't believe it.
“That’s true,” Nezha said. “She didn’t do anything wrong, and besides…”
His hair fluttered again, and a tangible wind began to seep into the room once more. The current was faster and stronger than before. The flowers he had just thrown out the door were also destroyed. Nezha opened his hand and grabbed a decaying petal that was drifting down.
“The demonic aura has reappeared.” Jinzha looked sharply into the room, and the silver ring on the Dragon-Binding Pillar seemed to sense something, its light flashing.
"Hmm." Nezha also raised his eyes again: "She must have noticed something and found a way to deal with it by now. We'll go inside after the demonic energy has been half activated. You keep an eye on her then, and I'll go catch the demon."
"Did you foresee things turning out this way?"
“Didn’t she immediately understand the key point as soon as she heard what I said?” Nezha started to sulk as he said this. He frowned and bit his lip. After a pause, the boy continued, “I don’t know if it’s related to being born with a ghost in my destiny, but Pingyu seems to have some talent in these matters.”
"Oh?" Jinzha raised an eyebrow, his hand holding the magic weapon slipping slightly. His younger brother had a fiery temper and was born with unusual traits; most people in the pass feared and disliked him, and he had never had a playmate his own age before. Hearing him speak like this today, Jinzha even disregarded the demons who were about to capture him and teased, "If Pingyu had heard you say that a little earlier, she definitely wouldn't have come to me asking if I could protect her."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the Hun Tian Ling seized the opportunity and instantly wrapped around the young man's mouth.
"Brother, we still have a grudge to settle, it's not a good thing to talk too much."
The boy under the eaves said expressionlessly, "Such a tiny beast has only a bit of quick wit. Most of the time, it's like a cicada trying to draw water from a shallow pond with a short rope—it doesn't know what it's missing. I didn't mean for her to take advantage of my words and become smug."
Besides…
Finally, the boy added angrily in his heart:
She uses all her intelligence to provoke me, so who wants to say anything nice to her?
A note from the author:
A wronged and resentful Nezha: I just didn't want you to contradict me, and not only did you provoke me, but you also said such a long string of sarcastic remarks about me. It's really too awful!
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