Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 119

Chapter 119: Chapter 18 Corpse Dog Money

The blade was like a blood-red torch; even a brush past it seared painfully.

If “Xi Yi” died, I'm afraid not even ashes would remain.

Li Yan tapped his foot on the ground, his body swaying past the old man's Ghost Head Sword. He prided himself on his steely resolve, but facing the old man's face smeared with chicken blood still brought a terrifying chill to his heart.

It was the innate fear of death that lived in every mortal being.

It was the savage and blood-soaked executions that had persisted through the thousand-year dynasty, unchanged.

Was Old Madam Deng's sword skill exquisite? Not necessarily, but the overwhelming stench of blood emanating from the old man stifled Li Yan from raising his fists.

This was an understanding far beyond the [Aura of Killing Intent]. How many had this old man killed in his lifetime—a hundred, if not more?

When it rains, it pours. The lackey named Liu Zi, in the blink of an eye, pulled a person behind the thatched hut, their eyes covered with red cloth.

Liu Zi kicked the person to their knees and grabbed a chilling glinting blade, spraying cold water over it.

Old Madam Deng's eyes gleamed as she inhaled sharply, her arms swinging wildly to buy time for Liu Zi. The force and angle of her slashes during her breaths created a slight opening.

Opportunity!

Suppressing the terror in his heart, Li Yan stepped back twice to evade the blade's arc, his heel kicking the ground as he rushed forward, seizing the moment as the Ghost Head Sword's momentum waned, both hands reaching out simultaneously.

Old Madam Deng bellowed and swung the blade horizontally to the left, striking Li Yan in the ribs, while Li Yan's right hand, just barely, grabbed the old man's wrist and, without hesitating, slammed it against his knee!

The long sword flew out of the grasp, and with a swift lunge forward, his elbow slammed into Old Madam Deng's jaw, his left hand grabbing the hilt of the sword and twisting his waist, hurling it at Liu Zi.

“Strike!”

Old Madam Deng's hoarse shout rang out.

“Cut your bloody nerve!”

The Ghost Head Sword whirled with a whoosh, Liu Zi's eyes bulged as he twisted his waist to dodge the blade. One turn back, and the ghostly figure of Li Yan was right before his eyes!

Li Yan clamped down on Liu Zi's neck with his four left fingers while blood from the wound on his side dripped down.

Liu Zi's struggles were futile. Li Yan, heedless of anything else, pressed down on Liu Zi's neck and charged forward, heading straight for a pillar of the grass stage.

The two pallid faces, pressed together, locked in a fraught gaze, their steps chaotic on the wooden boards of the grass stage. Liu Zi's dry hoarse cries and heavy panting clashed together, the trio's footsteps pounding frantically like a rapid downpour.

“Bang!”

Liu Zi's head struck the pillar, stars exploding before his eyes, his bulging eyes and tongue lolling out.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the Ghost Head Knife embedded in the grass stage and desperately reached out with his left hand, his arm banging against the pillar, fingers trembling, just inches away.

Li Yan glanced sideways and twisted Liu Zi's wrist, snapping the left hand with a crunch.

Liu Zi's eyes rolled back, determination shining through his pain as his thin, powerful palm fiercely squeezed into the knife wound on Li Yan's ribs.

Li Yan's face was a mask of bulging veins, his grip on Liu Zi's throat tightening even further. His pallid fingers almost sank into Liu Zi's throat.

Old Madam Deng's body swayed and swayed, silently approaching Li Yan from behind with an Ox-Ear Pointed Knife in hand.

Three steps, two steps, Old Madam Deng's eyes reddened with fury as she lunged forward, pressing down on the hilt and stabbing towards Li Yan's kidney area.

Li Yan reached for the knife, twisting his waist and flinging his arm!

Liu Zi's body slid down the post, lifeless, while Old Madam Deng's neck spurted blood like a leaky Dragon Head.

Li Yan, his face spattered with blood, stood with the help of the knife, walking silently behind Old Madam Deng. Letting out a sigh of relief, he kicked Old Madam Deng in the calf, her body falling to its knees. Li Yan raised the knife and brought it down, blood spurting violently in an instant!

“With a smile to the netherworld.”

Li Yan, belt removed, popped a green date into his mouth. His footprints, bloodied, led him to a figure trussed up, their face covered in red cloth.

“So my Three Souls and Seven Spirits turn out to be this pathetic? Really…”

He reached out for the person's shoulder, but to his surprise, the body vanished without a trace, and in his hand lay a black square-holed Copper Coin.

[Corpse Dog Money]

Secret treasure of Yan Fu, attainable through any fruit.

Consumable.

Can enhance an inherited skill once, must be one of the following forty-two.

Example:…

Your Gu Huo Bird meets the condition for inheritance enhancement.

You may choose to enhance the skill to “Blood Dip”.

After enhancement, “Blood Dip” will carry a fixed-value damage to the “Corpse Dog” among the Seven Spirits and will weaken the opponent's five senses.

The damage of the “Corpse Dog” bursts prior to the “Blood Dip” damage, thus the total damage of “Blood Dip” is (Corpse Dog Damage + Blood Dip Settled Damage) * 130% Nine Phoenix Ice Attribute Damage.

After enhancement, the side effects of “Blood Dip” will further weaken.

Note: Three Souls and Seven Spirits Money may appear in any secret treasure of Yan Fu Fruit, allowing inheritance skills to inflict high soul damage.

Li Yan tossed the Copper Coin, allowing it to transform into flowing light and merge into himself, as his entire body experienced a chill.

In his status bar, the name “Blood Dip” was now followed by the words (Nine Phoenixes Enhancement) (Corpse Dog Enhancement).

If such an opportunity arises again, the name could take up a whole line.

Li Yan shrugged his shoulders. With the Yan Fu secret treasure in hand and having killed six people, he should be able to return now.

But there was no prompt.

Four from Ganhua Alley, the Bifang woman, the man collecting protection money at the bar, Li Yan had indeed killed six people.

Yet, when Li Yan looked at his Yan Fu event content bar, it clearly showed that he had only killed five people.

Before Li Yan could ask, Earth Endurance had already provided an answer.

“Esteemed Walker, the original master of the parrot inheritance you acquired had burned the last of his life force, dying while imposing a seal on you. To a certain extent, it can be considered suicide.

Ultimately, Yan Fu's final judgment is that the original owner is treated as a suicide case, but the inheritance will definitely drop.”

Li Yan suddenly thought of what the tattooed skull man had said before he died.

“She isn't, her man is.”

Is he so confident in himself that even in suicide, he seeks to pull me down a notch? Waiting for him to come for revenge on your behalf?

But, putting aside strength,

Yan Capital City is so vast, it would take luck for him to find me, and your desperate attempt to hinder my return can only delay it by a night at most.

What can he do in that time?

Of course, I never planned to leave.

Dawn had already broken, and the makeshift stage along with the two corpses on it had vanished. The tumult of the night had ended.

Li Yan scratched his hair and was in no hurry to return to school to tend the gate. Instead, he pulled out his walkman and, while the doors of the department store were still closed, he asked in a low voice.

“Where do your parents live? Tell me now.”

“Oh, I apologize.”

“Are you fucking blind?”

The burly fat man jabbed Yunhu's chest, spittle flying everywhere, his ears adorned with earrings, his face brimming with insolence.

Yunhu's hands were in rubber gloves, his expression weary.

“I wasn't paying attention, really.”

The fat man yanked on Yunhu's collar, lifting him so that he stood on his tiptoes.

The other workers in the workshop exchanged glances, unsure whether to intervene.

“Sun Dazhi, that's enough, Pei is new here and not familiar with the factory's machines. It was just your foot that got rolled over; are you really going to bear a grudge over that?”

The speaker was a girl in her twenties with two braided pigtails, her skin soft and smooth.

The fat man sneered.

“Alright, hotshot (thief). You've been in our factory for two days, and you've already hooked up with our factory flower? Got some skills, huh?”

“Sun Dazhi, if you've had your fill and have nothing better to do, find a place to drink some cold water early, and stop farting around here.”

The girl glared with a hint of fierceness.

“Heh, sure~ Who would say otherwise since you're the precious daughter of Director Zhang. But don't say I didn't warn you, this guy hasn't stayed in the factory overnight, who knows where he's been roaming, and you, Miss Zhang, may have set your heart on the wrong person.”

The fat man laughed mockingly and, after giving Yunhu a glare, turned away.

The girl came up to Yunhu, who was straightening his collar, and spoke quietly, “Don't bother with him~”

Looking at the lovely face before him, Yunhu's expression softened into a gentle smile, his pockets holding two knuckledusters with bloodstains still fresh.

Chapter end