The old monk listened to Mo Chuan’s words and was a bit stunned, but he quickly remembered that the boss had said this customer was from the same trade, also a ghost cultivator with considerable skill.
With this thought, the old monk immediately understood that the other party was also trying to scare him. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, thinking that in a narrow encounter, the brave would win. Let’s see whose cultivation was higher!
“Since benefactor is also not human, why not reveal your true form and let this humble monk have a look?”
As he spoke, the old monk controlled the demonic dragon, bringing its face close to Mo Chuan and asking.
Mo Chuan chuckled upon hearing this. He wiped his face, and a red and white Hannya mask appeared. Then, two dark red beams of light shot from his eyes, directly illuminating the old monk’s face.
He directly cast [Mental Pollution] without any regard for martial ethics.
The old monk’s side was about to explode.
From his perspective, Mo Chuan took off the mask, revealing another face beneath – the face of a divine statue.
Pitch-black fine scales, blood-stained fangs, muddy vertical pupils, and broken dragon horns.
And also the faintly discernible dragon might, ghostly aura, demonic energy, and resentful energy.
If the old monk was the substitute for that Dragon King, then Mo Chuan was the true sinful Dragon King!
The old monk’s face suddenly turned pale. He widened his eyes and shouted, “Impossible! I am the Dragon King! You can’t scare me!”
“Is that so?…”
These simple two words made the old monk feel as if he had fallen into the deepest abyss of hell. His whole body turned cold, his blood seemed to stop flowing, and his heart felt as if it no longer beat.
The old monk still tried to convince himself that the Dragon King before him was fake, an illusion conjured by that customer.
However, Mo Chuan’s subsequent actions completely shattered his last shred of sanity.
Mo Chuan, who had transformed into the “Dragon King,” began to have wisps of red threads appearing at the neck. Dark red, bloody liquid slowly flowed out, gradually soaking Mo Chuan’s lower robes.
Then he extended a clawed hand, gently pressed it against the snout of the demonic dragon, and slowly said, “Using my name to play tricks, how should I deal with you?”
As he spoke, black mist surged behind the “Dragon King,” and six dark arms slowly took shape, holding offerings and ritual implements just as the divine statue described.
“No… impossible… don’t… don’t come near!”
The old monk was so terrified that his spiritual power became chaotic. The demonic dragon instantly disintegrated into a pile of withered branches and rotten wood. He himself fell to the ground. Upon closer inspection, it turned out he had wet himself from fright.
Mo Chuan looked at this old monk NPC who was terrified of his straw effigy and nodded with satisfaction. He then surveyed the surroundings and finally found the exit.
Mo Chuan stood at the exit, quietly watching the clock on his phone.
After exactly twenty-one minutes, Mo Chuan walked out the door and saw his belongings and the boss with a strange expression.
“Shy, shy… Boss, your haunted house isn’t too big or too small, the theme is just right, and the experience was excellent. It’s a shame I didn’t get out within the allotted time. You go ahead, I’m leaving now.” Saying this, Mo Chuan intended to pick up his things and leave.
“Wait.”
Mo Chuan’s footsteps faltered upon hearing this.
“You can’t leave.”
Mo Chuan slowly turned his head back, displaying a gentle expression, and asked, “Boss, is there anything else?”
“Young man… no, Big Brother, can you do me a favor?” The boss grabbed Mo Chuan’s hands and said excitedly.
“Uh… Boss, let go first. I’ll listen to what the favor is before I decide whether to help…”
“Okay, okay, okay…” The boss, as if afraid of breaking a precious antique, carefully let go of his hands, then offered Mo Chuan a cigarette. Seeing him refuse, he put it back in his own mouth, lit it, and said, “Can you come to our haunted house to be an NPC, from now until 7 PM? I’ll give you compensation.” As he spoke, he reached into his pocket to take something out.
Mo Chuan shook his head and said, “Thank you, Boss, but I can’t help here today. As you can see, I need to take these vegetables home to cook…”
Mo Chuan’s voice grew softer and softer because his gaze was fixed on a purple crystal in the boss’s hand, leaving him speechless for a moment.
“You are a ghost cultivator, you should know what this is, right?” The boss dangled the crystal in his hand, “This is a mid-grade soul crystal! An essential item for ghost cultivator cultivation! As long as you are willing to help me with business until 7 PM, I’ll give you five such soul crystals.”
To be honest, Mo Chuan had seen soul crystals. He had seen them when Qing Lian Zi meditated. They were likely top-grade, but that wicked little rich woman had exchanged one every two days, which had almost made Mo Chuan cry with envy… no, furious.
This kind of item, extremely rich in spiritual energy, was basically a nutritional supplement for superpowered individuals. However, some “nutritional supplements” could be priceless, making one understand the importance of this spiritual crystal.
Mo Chuan rubbed his chin and began to weigh the pros and cons.
Seeing Mo Chuan hesitate, the boss decided to try and bribe him with money. He spoke again, “Seven.”
“Boss, I think…”
“Ten.”
“Boss, am I starting my shift now?”
…
Around 12:30 PM.
“Fei’er, the restaurant I booked seems to be hosting some important figure today. Are you hungry now? If not, I can have someone bring us food from our family’s restaurant.” He Lan Xin asked Mo Fei after hanging up the phone.
“Thank you, Sister… I’m not hungry…” Mo Fei looked around dejectedly, still not finding any trace of Mo Chuan. She couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed – I was too impulsive… I probably scared my brother… but if I had to do it again, I would still choose to do so…
Seeing Mo Fei’s absent-mindedness, He Lan Xin and Tang Jing Jing found it a bit strange. Tang Jing Jing decided to try and capture Mo Fei’s attention, so she scanned her surroundings and soon spotted a haunted house.
“Come and see! The scariest haunted house! Free admission! To thank everyone for their support, we’ve set up prizes: anyone who comes out within forty minutes will receive a commemorative gift; those who come out within thirty minutes will receive three restaurant discount coupons; those who come out within twenty minutes will receive a mysterious gift package; and those who come out within fifteen minutes will receive a ten-day free trip to Jingzhou! Don’t miss out!”
Tang Jing Jing’s eyes lit up upon hearing this and she said, “Fei’er, let’s go check out that haunted house! Mo Chuan might be inside!”
Mo Fei nodded upon hearing this. Although she knew Tang Jing Jing was trying to comfort her, she was still willing to take a look to alleviate her current mood.
However, after Mo Fei and He Lan Xin entered, Tang Jing Jing had just reached the entrance when she saw someone “run” out of the nearby exit – to be precise, they scrambled out, crawling on all fours.
“Ghost! Ghost! –”
After saying that, they ran out directly.
Tang Jing Jing looked thoughtfully at the puddle of liquid on the ground and began to consider whether she should go in.
“Sister Jing Jing! What are you waiting for! Come in.”
“Tang Jing Jing, you’re scared, aren’t you? You can wait for us outside~”
“Ahhh!! – Lan Xin, don’t you dare mock me!” After saying this, Tang Jing Jing sprinted into the haunted house.