Chapter 85 Is My Aunt a Musician?

Picking up the limp triangular red hat, he held it for a few seconds, and the item attributes appeared:

【Name: Little Red Riding Hood】 【Type: Clothing Accessory】

【Function: Werewolf, Seal】

【Introduction: An evil werewolf abducted a beautiful human girl during her estrus cycle, took her back to his cave to mate, and soon after, the woman became pregnant with the werewolf's child. One night, while the werewolf was away, she escaped from the cave. A year later, the woman gave birth to the werewolf's child, a half-human, half-wolf monster. In order to survive in the human village, the woman prayed to the merciful priest for help. The priest killed the werewolf, used the werewolf's belly fur stained with blood to weave a Little Red Riding Hood, and summoned a demon from the darkness to curse the Little Red Riding Hood. The child who wears the Little Red Riding Hood will become human from then on.】

【Note 1: The killing never stops.】

【Note 2: I don't think I can ever turn back into a human.】

"So that's what happened. The woman's mother, the owner of the wooden house, discovered that her daughter had given birth to a monster and led the villagers to burn the woman to death. The little girl escaped because she was too young and, when she grew up, turned into a wolf and went to the forest to take revenge on her grandmother."

"It seems that this is an item that integrates the characteristics of two major professions." Zhang Yuanqing suppressed the desire for destruction and killing and put the little red hat on his head.

He looked at the young man who was slumped on the ground, who had just regained a trace of sanity and calmness, but now, seeing the Little Red Riding Hood floating in the air, as if an invisible person was wearing it.

"Ghost, there's a ghost!" Immediately, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted in fright.

After putting on the Little Red Riding Hood, Zhang Yuanqing completely understood the ability and cost of this item.

Function 1: Werewolf. After transforming into a werewolf, the item holder will gain extremely terrifying combat power and possess night vision, keen sense of smell, terrifying power, speed, and defense.

The higher the holder's body speed, the higher the amplification after werewolf transformation. The limit is the peak of level 5.

There are two forms of werewolf: Dark Night Demon Wolf, whose skills are Frost and Night Monarch (with one chance to be resurrected, cooldown time twenty-four hours).

The other is the Flame Demon Wolf, whose skills are Flame and Fire Poison.

The two forms can only be used in the dark and daytime, respectively. Transforming into a wolf at night results in the Dark Night Demon Wolf, and transforming into a wolf in the daytime results in the Flame Demon Wolf.

Function 2: Seal.

This skill can trap all creatures within a sixty-meter radius into this space. While in this space, the Lingjing Xingzhe's inventory will be sealed, including the item owner.

But the owner can freely enter and exit the space, return fully armed, and can also bring helpers in.

"Excellent item. The werewolf function can be used by Blood Rose or myself. In close combat, it directly crushes the same level, and can even fight beyond its level. The sealing function is an excellent tool for trapping enemies and group fights. Damn, this is more profitable than the next Grade A dungeon. The president of the Merchant Guild is worthy of being a demigod. A little bit that leaks through his fingers is enough for a nobody like me to enjoy. If I have the chance, I'll kill all the demigods in the world, and I'll make a fortune... hiss, calm down, control my emotions..."

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed. The joy of getting rich overnight even temporarily suppressed the spiritual pollution.

But the price is also terrible. The two costs of Little Red Riding Hood are, first, after putting on the hat, the personality will slowly be distorted, even if its functions are not used.

For example, now, as the spirit body puts on the hat, Zhang Yuanqing feels the baleful aura and killing intent in his heart slowly increasing.

The second is that if it is used too many times, the body will completely transform into a werewolf, becoming a bloodthirsty, violent monster without reason.

This kind of price is very terrible. Fortunately, he is a Night Tour God, and the Yin corpse bears it for him.

"Da da da..."

At this moment, the Red Dancing Shoes spun around the master's spirit body anxiously. The frequency of its steps was rapid and heavy, seemingly a little irritable.

In the tunnel, Zhang Yuanqing ditched it once, and this is the second time.

If the price is not paid, the Red Dancing Shoes's affection for the owner will decrease. It is already irritable now. It is estimated that if he ditches it once more, it will start attacking the owner.

Zhang Yuanqing, who was just about to lift the item's 'seal' function, couldn't help but look at the unconscious young man.

If I go back now, Guan Ya and the others are all there. It would be a little embarrassing to dance in public, although I don't care. Zhang Yuanqing immediately possessed the young man and paid the price for the Red Dancing Shoes.

. (End of this chapter!)

Chapter 85 Is My Aunt a Musician?

After appeasing the Red Dancing Shoes, he detached from the young man's body, 'picked up' the limp triangular Little Red Riding Hood again, and lifted the seal.

In an instant, the round moon, the forest, and the wooden house, the familiar ripple-like pattern appeared in the scenery before his eyes.

When his vision became clear again, Zhang Yuanqing saw the familiar tunnel and the cars parked full of it.

【Ding! You have gained 500 morality points.】

The Lingjing prompt sounded in his ears.

Solving disasters can directly obtain morality points without having to define it like a case. Zhang Yuanqing's mind flashed this thought vaguely.

He was sitting in a black car. Beside the car were Guan Ya, the Queen, Little Green Tea, and Li Chunfeng. Further away was Fu Qingyang in white.

Then there were the seven survivors, who looked around in panic. After discovering that they had returned to reality, joy of surviving the disaster appeared on their faces, and then they broke down emotionally and cried, covering their faces.

Jiang Yu'er looked left and right, searching for something.

"Ka-cha!"

Seeing his teammates guarding the car, a strong hunting instinct arose in Zhang Yuanqing's heart. Without thinking, he opened the car door according to his instinct.

"Yuan Shi gege is awake~"

Standing outside the driver's seat was Xie Lingxi. Hearing the movement, she turned her head, her little face instantly brightened, and she happily pounced over, ready to throw herself into her brother's arms like a swallow returning to its nest.

But Guan Ya took the lead, grabbed her collar, threw her behind, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't go over!"

Xie Lingxi staggered back, almost falling. She was about to accuse Guan Ya jiejie of being stingy when she suddenly noticed Yuan Shi gege's expression was extremely strange.

*Jiling Chaos Decision*

One of his eyes was evil and chaotic, and the other was clear and bright, but his face showed two completely opposite emotions.

"Yuan Shi, calm down, deal with your own problems first, and don't be swayed by emotions. Elite/Book Pavilion - Error-free first release~~" Guan Ya pulled Little Green Tea back. She saw Yuan Shi's abnormality at a glance and reminded him to purify his negative emotions.

As soon as Guan Ya finished speaking, a figure rushed into Zhang Yuanqing's arms.

"Hey you!"

Guan Ya let out a short cry and pounced at the same time to prevent Yuan Shi from hurting people.

But to her surprise, Yuan Shi took the initiative to open his arms and hold the woman's buttocks, so she could hang on him like a koala.

At the same time, his expression twisted, and his teeth ground in his mouth, making a 'creak' sound, actually forcefully controlling his bloodthirsty desire.

Guan Ya curled her lips. She had already recognized who this woman was.

It was the aunt who targeted her at the dinner table.

"You really came out. Yuanzi, you're really amazing. Your aunt hasn't spoiled you for nothing." Jiang Yu'er said happily.

Such a white neck, I want to bite it off. Zhang Yuanqing leaned against the car body, holding his aunt's butt with one hand, and grabbed a Po Sha talisman from the item bar with the other and stuck it on his forehead.

The Po Sha talisman ignited spontaneously, and a round of clear but not dazzling golden light lit up, washing over Zhang Yuanqing's sea of consciousness.

The strong negative emotions dissipated—empty.

Huff, he breathed a sigh of relief, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fu Qingyang walking towards him. He immediately put down his aunt and said:

"You go into the car and sit for a while. I have something important to do."

"Are they also members of the Dragon Team?" Jiang Yu'er glanced at the women and mumbled:

"They're all pretty. Oh, this Guan Ya is also from the Dragon Team. No wonder you two got together."

No, don't say the word Dragon Team, I'll still be a little embarrassed. Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly looked at Guan Ya and the others, but found that their expressions were normal.

Pushing his aunt into the carriage and closing the car door, Zhang Yuanqing said again: "Lingxi, you 'comfort' them."

Xie Lingxi nodded and greeted the six survivors.

At this time, Fu Qingyang happened to stop in front of him, so Zhang Yuanqing handed over the triangular red hat in his hand.

Fu Qingyang took the Little Red Riding Hood, concentrated, and read the item attributes, and immediately frowned:

"Werewolf..."

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. Fu Qingyang replied:

"Among the evil professions in foreign countries, there are indeed those who transform people into demon beasts, but the core lies in transformation, not specifically referring to a certain monster, which is not consistent with the characteristics of werewolves."

Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. Fu Qingyang, with his knowledge reserves, had never heard of werewolves. In this way, does the so-called 'werewolf' have a deeper meaning?

Before he could ask, Fu Qingyang guessed:

"It is very likely that werewolves are an evil profession in the third district. Based on the fact that the third district has not been opened, Little Red Riding Hood should be an item from before Lingjing. Because it has the characteristics of the Eternal Night profession, it was taken in by Lingjing and became a prop."

Saying that, he handed the Little Red Riding Hood to Zhang Yuanqing and said:

"You can choose to hand it in in exchange for merit and rewards, or you can keep it for yourself."

I will definitely keep such a top-quality prop for myself. Besides, if werewolves are an evil profession in the third district, then things are valued for their rarity, and the value of Little Red Riding Hood is much higher than its own level.

Zhang Yuanqing took the prop and put it into the item bar without hesitation.

Then he asked, "Boss, how should this event be handled?"

The incident only happened three hours ago. Currently, the official has not reported the matter in detail, but there is already a statement on the Internet that a supernatural event has occurred in the Inner Ring Tunnel. Of course, the corresponding 'rumors' will soon be deleted, and the public opinion will not spread.

Fu Qingyang pondered for a few seconds and said:

"The tunnel collapsed, causing multiple deaths. The seven survivors have been rescued through the unremitting efforts of the security guards. A musician will hypnotize them and the relatives of the victims later, so that they accept this fact and receive the corresponding compensation. Public opinion will be controlled on the Internet, and the Songhai official media will issue a rebuttal. After a while, no one will mention it."

"Understood." Zhang Yuanqing nodded, knowing that Fu Qingyang was teaching him how to do things. When he is in a high position in the future, he will have to know these basic operations.

He sincerely sighed: "What a disaster."

"It is a disaster, but it is also an accident." Fu Qingyang glanced at him: "Just like train derailments, plane crashes, major highway traffic accidents, etc., they are unexpected accidents. Even the three demigods are unwilling to see this scene, after all, it is deducting their morality points."

Zhang Yuanqing said helplessly: "Boss, you don't have to explain. I'm not so extreme that I want the demigods to pay their blood debts."

Fu Qingyang nodded, and suddenly said, "Dragon Team, it sounds pretty good."

Zhang Yuanqing: ???

"Boss, don't laugh at me."

"Laugh?" Fu Qingyang frowned slightly, "I'm not laughing at you."

Oh, I almost forgot, Mr. Qian has lived abroad for a long time and is a wealthy young master. He has never heard of this old meme!

Zhang Yuanqing suddenly realized, and immediately changed the subject and said, "Boss, can you lend me a healing item, one that is transcendent, and the price is very light?"

His aunt's leg needs treatment, but he doesn't want to use the Mountain God Scepter. Imagine, you are healing your aunt, and the tent is propped up. What will everyone think when they see it?

Even if the price of the prop is unavoidable, it is still very inappropriate.

Fu Qingyang spread his palm, and a piece of crystal-clear green leaf appeared.

"Stick it on the wound, and it will heal the abrasion in three minutes without leaving a scar." Fu Qingyang said, looking at the carriage.

With the insight of a scout, he had already seen the reason why Yuan Shi wanted the Mu Yao prop.

Taking the green leaf, Zhang Yuanqing opened the car door and said, "Auntie, stick your leg out."

Jiang Yu'er obediently stretched out a well-proportioned, slender, and porcelain-white leg. Little Doubi was hanging on her thigh, hugging her aunt's beautiful leg like a koala, sleeping peacefully.

"It'll be fine in three minutes." Zhang Yuanqing bent over and stuck the leaf on his aunt's wound, then picked up Little Doubi.

"Bang!"

He closed the car door, flicked Little Doubi awake with one finger, and without saying a word, shaved a few scalps towards the sparse hair on his head.

No wonder he didn't follow the Ghost Bride to act together. It turned out that he was greedy for tenderness, sleeping with his aunt's legs.

"You don't learn your lesson, you pester my aunt every day?" Zhang Yuanqing sandwiched it under his arm, condensed the power of Taiyin in his palm, and slapped its small, elastic butt.

Little Doubi was suddenly beaten, and like most babies, he cried loudly.

And conveyed to him vague thoughts like a baby's babbling:

"Mom, Mommy~"

Mommy, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned for a moment.

Auntie is certainly not Little Doubi's mommy. He knows Little Doubi's background very well. It is the child of Wang Qian's sister, a member of Zhi Sha Palace, who died young.

But why does Little Doubi regard Jiang Yu'er as his mother?

A simple-minded infant spirit would never favor a certain woman for no reason. He is surrounded by beautiful women, but he has never seen Little Doubi be close to any of them.

But he is different to auntie. Elite/Book Pavilion*First Release Update~~

Yes, Little Doubi was hanging on auntie's thigh when he came back. Since then, countless times, Little Doubi always likes to hang on auntie's leg, showing a strong dependence on her.

This is unreasonable.

I should have realized this unreasonable detail long ago. Why have I never suspected it before? Why? What is influencing me? Zhang Yuanqing frowned.

At the same time, he vaguely thought of a possibility.

The possibility that Little Doubi is close to his aunt and regards her as his mother... A musician who can hum lullabies, the Hong Luan Star Official in charge of marriage, and the Si Ming in charge of pregnancy!

A natural mother—the Musician profession.

At this time, Xie Lingxi had already comforted the six survivors and trotted back and said:

"Elder Fu, to maintain hypnosis for a long time, at least a Saint is needed. I just contacted Palace Master jiejie. She happens to be free and is willing to take this order. Elder Fu, if you agree, I will invite her over."

ps: The typo will be corrected later..

Chapter 85 Is My Aunt a Musician?