Chapter 62: Worshipping the Wrong God, the Evil Five-way Demon Who Loves to Read

Inside the room of Butler Wang in the Wang Mansion.

A silver-haired old man lay on the brocade couch, his expression calm, the kind of calmness where even his chest did not rise or fall.

Suddenly, there was a noise outside the tightly closed doors and windows, and a stream of black smoke poured in from the gap in the door, transforming into a human-shaped smoke stream and then flowing into the mouth, nose and seven orifices of the silver-haired old man like a whale sucking water.

In an instant, the old man slowly opened his eyes, and a look of resentment flashed across his eyes.

"Damn you, you idiot. I really thought you were a reckless guy. I almost got fooled by you."

His name is Wutong Demon, an evil spirit born from the coincidence of human desires and the resentment of heaven and earth.

He has never done any good deeds in his life, and only loves his kind wife to calm him down.

A week ago, he went out to collect folk songs as a routine matter. He accidentally saw Mrs. Wang who went out of the city to burn incense for the old lady. He was stunned by her beauty for a moment.

Every part of her body really suits his aesthetic taste.

Love it, love it.

The moment he saw Mrs. Wang, he felt that the people he had collected folk songs from in the past were all uglier than him.

If his previous sources of folk songs were coarse grains, then Mrs. Wang was the white flour steamed buns.

Unfortunately, Wutongmo has no education and relies on witchcraft to travel around the world.

On the day he met Mrs. Wang, he muttered "Fuck" ninety-nine times in a row in his heart.

So, he transformed himself into a statue, waiting on the road that Mrs. Wang had to take to return to the city.

Fortunately, hard work pays off. After basking in the sun for a whole afternoon, he finally saw the goddess he had been dreaming of.

It was an autumn, and the wind was so lingering that it blew up the fiery red maple leaves on the ground and flew into the sky.

At the same time, his heart also flew into the sky.

Mrs. Wang was wearing a white shirt, with exquisite curves, her breasts, the embroidered shoes on her lotus feet, her white socks, and her perfect waist-to-hip ratio, it was simply amazing.

On this day, Wutongmo, who had never liked studying, for the first time in his life had the idea of ​​enrolling himself in a private school.

It is true that you only regret not having enough words when you need them.

Isn't it rude to be so uncultured? Seeing the statue on the roadside, Lady Wang, who was leaning on the luxurious sedan chair carried by four people, ordered people to stop, walked over like a willow swaying in the wind, lit three incense sticks for him, and made a wish that the old lady would get better soon.

He doesn't know how to save people.

He likes Mrs. Wang again.

What should he do? Cold.

This is not difficult at all.

Because he is evil.

You can't talk about morality like humans.

Morality is just something invented by humans to restrain themselves, and it cannot be controlled by him.

So he followed Lady Wang back to the palace under the sedan chair, ate the brain of the old housekeeper in the palace that day, and lay in wait.

night.

Smoke takes shape.

Under his threat of "Madam, you don't want me to kill everyone in the palace, do you?", he lived a godly life for several days.

If I were to describe that feeling in two words, it would be "shit" ~ If I were to describe it in three words.

That is it.

To the clouds~ "Ah, what a pity, the good times won't last long." The silver-haired old man in the room showed a lonely look on his face.

A few days ago, Mrs. Wang was not honest and invited a white-haired Taoist priest to come and hold the funeral for the old lady.

How could he not understand Mrs. Wang's thoughts? She just hoped to find someone with great magical powers to see through his whereabouts and save her and the lives of the people in the palace.

Although Mrs. Wang didn't dare to speak directly, he could still see through what was in her mind.

For example, she, who always liked to wear white clothes, wore red clothes for the first time when the old lady was seriously ill. She just wanted to use her abnormal behavior to attract the attention of the Taoist priests who came into the mansion and detect her implicit message for help.

But all this is destined to be in vain.

He, the Five-Directions Demon, is naturally good at hiding his true form. As long as he does not take action and possesses a person, no one can detect his whereabouts unless the person is a cultivator who is ten times stronger than him.

In the small county town of Ping'an, there is absolutely no one with such high cultivation level.

But even so, he still severely punished Mrs. Wang for this.

While she was being punished, it seemed that a pretty little maidservant who was outside the door heard it and was startled away.

Hehe, it seems more exciting.

Collecting his messy thoughts, Wutongmo rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb in annoyance.

"This is a bit troublesome. It's better not to collect folk songs recently. It's better to be careful. I didn't expect that the Taoist priest in front of me, who looked like a rough man, had such sharp five senses."

"That rough man usually has low energy and blood, which is dormant. But once it starts to flow, it's simply terrifying, like a furnace."

"Even if I fight against him, I'm afraid I won't get any good results. If the fight drags on for too long and attracts the attention of the Zhen'an Division, then I'll be in big trouble."

"Luckily I ran fast tonight."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"If I had known, I wouldn't have done it tonight, so as not to alert the enemy."

"But there's no need to worry too much. As long as I stay hidden again and endure for a while, Madam Wang will have to obey me."

"In this Ping'an County, there is absolutely no way anyone can see through my whereabouts."

The Five-Directions Demon muttered to himself.

If the lives of everyone in the palace had not been threatened, given Mrs. Wang's strong character, she would rather die than surrender.

Wutongmo liked not only her appearance, but more importantly, her personality.

Quite interesting.

He really liked Madam Wang, otherwise, with Madam Wang's little actions that were crazy testing his bottom line (dancing), he would have secretly reported everyone in the palace and run away.

But that’s all.

If there is any abnormal behavior again, he will kill the person and run away.

When it comes to beauty and his own life and property, he is still very clear-headed.

You can pretend to be cool, but don't overdo it. That beauty is also very clear-headed and knows where her bottom line is.

After making up his mind, Butler Wang, or Wutong Demon, suddenly relaxed. He opened the window, and in the white moonlight, he opened the title page of a book and began to read.

In the moonlight, the big words on the title page of the book are clearly visible.

It clearly says "Biography of Cao Aman"

This is a vernacular novel with ups and downs in the plot and the protagonist's behavior, which is quite to his liking.

It was not difficult to read and was just right for his cultural level as he had graduated from a private school.

After several days of reading, he felt that his cultural level had improved slightly, but he was still a little uneasy.

That was why he was so upset tonight. He read the book and couldn't hold back his lustful desire to make a move on a pretty little maid.

He originally thought that as long as he acted carefully, no one would notice even if he took action. He did not expect that the young and reckless Taoist priest who could not even compete with Taoist Baihe was the real one who kept his identity secret.

What? Why didn't he go to see Mrs. Wang tonight?

It's very simple, because he has never played this game before.

You have to have some side dishes when you eat meat every day at home~ Who knew that it would almost go wrong?

After concentrating his will and cutting off his distracting thoughts, Wutongmo began to read attentively in the moonlight. He nodded frequently when he saw something interesting, and from time to time he picked a peanut from the plate beside him and put it into his mouth.

He, Wutongmo, loves reading.

He also gave himself a human name, Cao Kun, the same name as the protagonist of the vernacular novel.

(End of this chapter)