Chapter 19 Even begging for mercy is impossible
Upon hearing this, Nezha paused in his movements.
He glanced at the wooden basin in his hand, then at the impatient Pingyu, and quickly took action.
Pingyu saw him put down what he was holding first, and asked in confusion, "Nezha?"
The next second, the boy lifted the bathtub and aimed it at her.
Ping Yu: "Nezha!?"
Damn it, is this kid trying to drown me?!
Nezha curled his lips, as if about to splash water.
Water seeped through the cracks in the door, slowly spreading outwards. Just as Nezha lowered the bathtub, the door was forcefully pushed open!
The peddler's angry expression suddenly went blank when he saw the scene inside the house.
"you……?"
An adult and two children, all soaking wet, drenched in dirty water. The yellowish mud and grime on their bodies resembled wet feathers, making them look like three drowned rats. The idol had just told him that the mother and children had vanished from the house without warning. Fearing his three money-making machines would run away, the peddler grabbed a meat cleaver from the kitchen and broke down the door.
Jinzha pretended not to see the cleaver gleaming menacingly in the peddler's hand, and said to her with a look of fear, "I'm sorry, sir, I'm weak and accidentally overturned the wooden tub while washing the two children, which is why there's such a mess everywhere."
The soles of his feet were wet, sticky, and icy cold. As the peddler looked at the meek woman, his right eyelid twitched violently.
"Alright."
He has a strong sixth sense and will never let his guard down if he senses something is amiss.
Nezha noticed that the man's grip on the knife hilt tightened. He lowered his body and subtly pinched the edge of the table.
The peddler adjusted his movements and decided to listen to the idol.
After thinking it over, he slowly lowered his hand.
"It's alright. After we finish eating, we'll have the strength to move around again. We can come back and tidy up then."
"I'm leaving."
Under her gaze, the peddler turned around, as if to leave. But as soon as he took a step, Ping Yu saw a flash of sharp light, and the man's eyes seemed to be filled with a scarlet light. The blade was reversed and aimed straight at her face.
The girl stared intently, her expression unwavering.
The expected scream didn't happen; instead, a loud explosion erupted behind us.
Bang!
Jinzha closed the door.
The peddler instinctively turned to look, only to see the woman gradually grow taller, transforming into a young man with a pine-like figure. He took out a thin piece of paper from his pocket and pasted it back onto the shop facade.
It is a hidden symbol.
The man froze, the blade just a hair's breadth from Ping Yu's neck. At that moment, a crimson figure, like an electric python, leaped from the ground and bound his legs with lightning speed.
The peddler glared at him angrily: "Who exactly are you...!"
Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was sealed with a red silk ribbon. Nezha reached out and pulled, and the man fell to the ground like a knocked-over vase. His head hit the ground, making him see stars. The magical artifact then tightened around Nezha's arm, dragging the peddler closer.
Pingyu felt that this move looked familiar, and seeing it made the back of his head ache a little.
Did this guy drag me like this when he knocked me unconscious before?!
She instinctively covered her head and quietly turned her eyes away.
Nezha glanced over and saw the girl's appearance, and immediately released the Hun Tian Ling from his grasp.
He silently commanded in his heart, "Go."
Someone hit me on the head several times for no reason.
Pingyu turned around and was met with the red silk that had transformed into fists and palms.
It waved gently at the girl, as if greeting her. But before Pingyu could even focus, the Hun Tian Ling suddenly transformed into a ferocious tiger with its mouth open, pouncing towards the girl. "Ah!" She was almost startled and fell over, staggering a couple of times before a broad hand supported her back.
Jinzha disagreed, saying, "Don't scare her."
“She’s just a coward,” Nezha pouted. The boy was speaking when he kicked the tightly bound man on the ground.
The other party's initial raging anger had completely subsided. In fact, the moment he heard Jinzha call out "Nezha" to the emaciated boy, he felt utterly hopeless.
How could it be Nezha?
The peddler thought in despair.
Led by Jinzha, Pingyu arrived beside Nezha. They formed a circle and crouched down, surrounding the peddler. The boy saw the outline on the Hun Tian Ling (a magical ribbon) wriggling, knowing that the other party had something to say. He pondered for a moment, then raised his hand and withdrew his loyal magical artifact.
With his lips freed, the peddler continued speaking without pause: "Third Young Master! I have no grudge against you, why are you treating me like this? Aren't you afraid that the General will punish you if he finds out about your actions today?"
He tried to raise his head high, wanting to appear more imposing. But the magic ribbon had bound him so tightly that he looked round and swollen, and the way he raised his head made him look like a silkworm stuck in its pupa.
Words related to "Li Jing" touched a nerve with the boy.
Nezha stomped on the peddler's face and rubbed it twice.
He remained expressionless, grabbed the wine glass, and held it in his hand: "Your children are more honest in business than you. They know that giving small dishes to the sons of officials is not respectable, so they treated me to a proper meal."
"You're a scoundrel!" the peddler groaned inwardly. "How can you be so dishonest? You're not going to do any business here. It's like a consensual robbery; you didn't even pay me!"
He heard Nezha continue, "I bear 1,700 calamities of death, so it is my fate that you die by my hand. Even Heaven cannot control me, let alone that old man Li Jing."
"If you know what's good for you, after you leave this room, go and tell that monster we're not acting strangely. I'll kill the monster at midnight and leave, and I might spare your life. But if you dare to try anything funny..."
He fell silent, and in the peddler's sight, the boy's five fingers made a grasping motion in the air. Instantly, a golden ring appeared in his hand. Nezha pressed the Qiankun Ring against the peddler's throat, whether intentionally or not, precisely in the spot where the peddler had brandished his knife at Ping Yu. He pressed down with reduced force, blocking the man's airway.
His voice was calm, and if it weren't for the hand gestures, one wouldn't have guessed it was a threat: "I'll use this golden ring to crush your bones one by one, and then I'll use the Hun Tian Ling to twist your teeth and tongue. I'll make you suffer so much that you won't even beg for mercy."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone patted him on the shoulder twice. Nezha turned around and saw Pingyu making the movements. The girl frowned and advised him, "Nezha, is that enough?"
"You've softened your heart?" he asked.
Pingyu shook her head. Because Nezha didn't resist, she easily led him away. The girl pinched her nose and said irritably, "It stinks! Didn't you notice he wet himself?"
Nezha nodded upon hearing this and looked between the peddler's legs. There was indeed a wet patch on his trousers, and it was quite large. The yellowish-green liquid, carrying a fishy smell, was spreading in the water on the ground.
So dirty!
The boy gasped and hurriedly pulled the red silk ribbon off. But as he was about to take it away, he hesitated. Nezha looked at the ribbon with a hint of disgust and said, "Did you just get some on you? Why don't you go take a bath first? It's a bit disgusting."
The crimson ribbon, clearly sensing its master's disdain, was severely damaged. The red silk drooped, curling itself into a pitiful ball. Ping Yu, believing he had some connection with the crimson ribbon, went over to comfort it, saying, "It's alright, it's alright, you're Xiangxiang's good baby. When we get back, I'll pick some flower petals for you."
She was incredibly skilled at petting dogs, almost turning the magical ribbon over with delight. Pingyu, however, barely touched it before his hand was empty. Looking up, he saw Nezha calmly putting his weapon away.
She lowered her hand and secretly cursed in her heart: You stingy person!
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The peddler tidied himself up and walked alone toward the altar in the central hall.
He nervously wiped the sweat from his brow, bent down, and lit the incense again on the stove. As the flames burned, the smoke gradually began to swirl, the thick fog seeming to have regenerated flesh and blood within it, gradually becoming three-dimensional from its flat state.
In a short while, the smoke from both sides gathered together, forming the heads of nine birds like clay.
The largest head in the middle asked the man, "Where is everyone?"
"In the kitchen," the peddler replied.
The demon's voice was a soft, alluring female voice, with a hissing, husky tone at the end, possessing a captivating charm.
"Nothing happened?" The nine heads and necks of the Guhuoniao stretched out and circled the peddler.
She said, "That little girl possesses the most Yin constitution, the finest of the finest. Once I consume her soul, I can shed my other seven heads and become a bird with intertwined necks! At that time, with my magic, I can refine her bones and flesh, and even without her brother and mother, I can still create the finest wine vessel in history!"
As the demon spoke, a feather gently brushed against the man's cheek. The Guhuoniao's tone softened further as she spoke.
She said meaningfully, "My opportunity and your fortune hinge on this one gamble. Even a cornered beast will fight fiercely, and a trapped bird will overturn its chariot. We absolutely cannot afford to falter now and let all our previous efforts go to waste."
A note from the author:
I'll add an extra chapter on the day the nutrient solution reaches 1k views after I decide to release this!
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