The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 136

Blood-red skies overhead, the perfect time for stealth and thievery.

 

Qing Li, her face covered with a black cloth revealing only a pair of bright, cunning eyes, watches as the growing fire threatens to engulf the entire farm. Her brows furrow in concern…

 

She must hurry to salvage anything valuable before it’s all destroyed.

 

Like a hunting beast, her slender and delicate figure moves with swift agility.

 

Unable to rely on her tracking charm, Qing Li instinctively finds an estate oddly out of place with the farm.

 

The estate is luxurious and exquisitely decorated, with a garden of neatly trimmed, unidentifiable plants and flowers, and a fountain featuring a little boy peeing, facing the main gate.

 

Qing Li glances at the statue of the little boy, sniffing the air.

 

The scent of money.

 

“System, help me analyze the material of this little boy statue.”

 

This time, Qing Li smartly consults the system first.

 

The system quickly responds: “Based on my precise calculations, the statue is made of alloy.”

 

Qing Li’s hair stands on end.

 

Alloy, containing the word ‘gold’, must be some form of gold…

 

(TL: The pinyin for “alloy” in Chinese is “hé j?n” (??), and gold is also ‘Jin’)

 

A fortune!

 

The system is puzzled to see Qing Li suddenly yank the bare-bottomed statue from its place.

 

Did she misunderstand something?

 

After looting the yard of valuables, Qing Li pushes open the intricately carved residential doors. The opulence is overwhelming, the interior lavish and extravagant beyond belief.

 

Then, Qing Li notices several oil paintings on the wall, cruelly depicting the cooking process of humans being fried and boiled.

 

Elegant ghosts, dressed in luxurious attire, sit at the dining table, enjoying a delicious dinner.

 

Qing Li narrows her eyes, realizing this estate must be for entertaining important guests of the farm.

 

“More human than humans themselves.”

 

She smirks at the paintings, sticking several fire talismans on them, setting them ablaze instantly.

 

The fierce fire consumes the paintings, the ghostly faces contorting into ashes.

 

“This estate is huge, I need to move faster.”

 

With a wave of her hand, the hall empties instantaneously.

 

Not even a chair is spared.

 

Like a swarm of locusts passing through!

 

Having emptied the first floor, Qing Li heads to the second, but finds it less abundant, shabbier than the first.

 

Qing Li’s face tightens, sensing something amiss. Suddenly, she hears rustling sounds and quickly hides in a dark corner of the hallway, spotting a sneaky figure.

 

Someone got there before her.

 

The figure, covered head to toe, reveals only a pair of sharp, rolling eyes. He carries a large black sack over his shoulder, filled to the brim.

 

“These damn ghosts sure know how to enjoy themselves, using all these valuable items for decoration, such a waste! Thankfully, there’s me, a man of noble and righteous character, to rescue them and let them fulfill their true value.”

 

This familiar voice makes Qing Li, hidden in the shadows, perk up her ears.

 

Such shamelessness could only belong to her master!

 

Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Qing Li silently pulled out a big hemp sack and a large stick.

 

Meanwhile, Zhan Qinghe was unaware of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

 

With a smug smile in his mouth, he was about to leave stylishly, but suddenly his vision darkened, and an indescribable stench rushed into his nostrils from all directions.

 

The smell was like a pair of socks worn for a year without washing, thick with grime, and just as they were about to be washed, they fell into a garbage bin that hadn’t been emptied for a year. (TL: the author is really good at describing smells)

 

A double buff, simply a killing move.

 

“Damn it, who is so despicable!”

 

Screams came from the hemp sack.

 

Qing Li swung her large stick, carrying out the act of betraying her master to the end.

 

She swore, she wasn’t taking revenge for Tiedouzi’s matter in private!

 

But because… she let her master and other players lead all the children to leave, and this old thing abandoned them, coming alone to pick up the leftovers.

 

Such despicable behavior, unworthy of being a teacher, a disgrace to the Mystical Sect.

 

Without a word, Qing Li hit Zhan Qinghe with a muffled blow, then snatched the hemp sack from his shoulder.

 

“These ill-gotten gains will be confiscated.”

 

She threw the sack into her space and quickly left.

 

Zhan Qinghe cursed as he took off the sack, finally regaining his sight, but the stench lingered, inescapable.

 

He covered his butt, grinning in pain.

 

“Damn it, who hits someone on the butt with a sneak attack!”

 

Thinking of the gold and silver treasures he had painstakingly swept away, only to be stolen, he was even more furious.

 

“Darn it, if I find out who it is, I swear I’ll…”

 

While cursing, Zhan Qinghe realized there was something strange on his head.

 

He pinched off the object on his head with two fingers.

 

It was a sock.

 

And it was familiar, covered in black, starched dirt.

 

This…

 

Seemed like the sock he lost before!

 

He vaguely remembered asking little Ah Li to wash his socks, and she came to tell him she accidentally lost them.

 

Her pitiful expression made Zhan Qinghe very distressed. Although he felt sorry for losing the socks, he couldn’t bear to punish little Ah Li.

 

Now… why is this sock here?

 

The answer…

 

Is obvious.

 

“Such a cute girl, tricking me into thinking she lost the socks, but she’s been treasuring them for so many years. Truly a good disciple, hiding her love for her master so touchingly.”

 

Moved to tears, Zhan Qinghe decided to return the socks to her when he saw little Ah Li later.

 

As for being trapped in a sack, hit with a sneak attack, and robbed, he as a master, how could he blame his disciple!

 

Zhan Qinghe stuffed the sock into his cotton jacket pocket, then happily walked out the front door.

 

Qing Li, hidden in the dark, expected her master to come out cursing and furious, but instead, he smiled like an idiot.

 

What’s going on?

 

She hit the master’s buttocks, not his head.

 

Why has this person become foolish?

 

At this moment, a earth-shattering explosion sound came from afar.

 

Fire blazed into the sky, and billowing black smoke spread across, death and fear shrouding the entire farm.

 

Qing Li instantly felt an uneasy aura, sensing something unexpected had emerged.

 

Zhan Qinghe looked at the fire that seemed to ignite the sky, his expression equally grave.

 

There’s something big!

 

He removed the black cloth covering his face and quickly approached the source of unease.

 

Behind him, Qing Li followed quietly.

 

The system, for once, reminded: “The monster from Farm No. 7 has emerged, be careful.”

 

Its cold tone mixed with concern.

 

Because even it…couldn’t analyze what exactly the monster from Farm No. 7 now was!

 

Farm No. 7.

 

Suddenly, ghosts appeared, hunting the breeders of the farm, turning it into a hell.

 

To survive, the breeders of Farm No. 7, disregarding the prohibitions, slowly opened the black door imprisoning the monster…