The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 88

Under the watchful eyes of all the villagers, Qing Li leisurely climbed to the top of the wall. Sitting cross-legged, with her hands propping her cheeks, she looked at the drooling ghost face and said with a smile, “I’m sitting right here. If you can, come and eat me!”

At that moment, Qing Li, like a tempting delicacy, exuded an irresistible allure.

Accompanied by the howling of the cold wind, the ghost face in the air opened its gaping maw, its sharp fangs eager to tear into Qing Li’s skin and devour her flesh.

“Human, become the nourishment for my body!”

The chilling, grating voice, filled with the stench of bad breath, lunged towards Qing Li.

Qing Li stopped swinging her legs, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, and she said to the system, “Boy, play some music for me.”

Always mindful that she was in a movie, Qing Li wouldn’t miss any good opportunity.

A great movie, at its climax, how can it lack a stylish BGM (background music)?

The system being commanded responded, “Okay!”

In a sinister ancestral hall, suddenly a creepy song started playing, “Hey, the joyful drums and gongs beat out the happiness of every year…”

The atmosphere around fell into a deathly silence.

Where did this deadly, soul-snatching tune come from?

The audience in the live broadcast also fell into a brief silence…

[The taste of the little village girl, hmm, indeed never disappoints me!]

[This song’s melody is pleasant and the lyrics are beautiful, perfectly blending with the current atmosphere, I really can’t make this up.]

[I think this music fits very well, isn’t today a good day for this ghost to ‘pick up its lunchbox’?]

[Right, I also think it fits well, it’s marvelous, it’s wonderful.]

[I was shallow just now, not understanding how to appreciate, whine.]

However, just as the audience in the live broadcast convinced themselves to accept this song…

Qing Li said, “Wrong one, let’s do it again.”

The audience: “….”

The system then switched to another BGM – ‘Deliciousness on the Tip of the Tongue.’

“High-end ingredients often only need the simplest cooking methods…”

In Qing Li’s empty hands appeared two large cleavers, and she asked with a smile, “Do you all prefer slicing or chopping?”

The audience in the live broadcast hadn’t reacted yet when the gaping mouth of a ghost face swallowed Qing Li whole.

The audience in the live broadcast was stunned.

The little village girl… was eaten by a ghost creature!

[The little village girl can’t be offline so easily, I can’t accept it!]

[Wuwuwu, little village girl, come out quickly, you must be joking with us.]

[I don’t believe the little village girl would die so easily.]

[Don’t worry, everyone, I will take action when necessary.]

At this moment, a bullet comment attracted everyone’s attention.

[How will you take action?]

[Now is the critical moment, take action quickly, otherwise the little village girl will be digested in the ghost’s stomach and turned into poop.]

[Okay, since it’s like this, I’ll take action.]

Just as the bullet comment was sent, a hundred rocket effects flew together in the live broadcast room.

And Qing Li’s voice powerfully came out from the ghost face’s mouth.

“Thanks for the rocket, old iron—”

Audience: “……”

Forget it, it’s good that nobody died.

At this moment, Qing Li is enveloped in a golden light, wielding two large machetes, playing around inside the mouth of a ghastly face.

The ghastly face, twisted and hideous, emits painful howls: “Get out, get out now.”

His mouth is dripping with blood, spewing out chunks of flesh.

All because Qing Li carelessly chopped these off while playing with the machetes in its mouth.

“It was you who swallowed me, why should I come out just because you ask?”

Qing Li chops on the ghastly face’s tongue, then takes out a packet of devil’s chili powder from her pouch, pouring it all over its wounds.

Such a perverted way to torment a ghost, when this movie comes out, the audience will definitely be scared out of their wits.

“Ah, what have you done?”

The ghastly face floating in the air keeps changing expressions, letting out a long howl to the sky, the indescribable burning sensation making it wish it could pull out its tongue.

Qing Li earnestly says, “I was worried that when you eat me, it would be too bland, so I brought my own seasoning.”

“Damn it, thank you, now get out of here, ptooey, ptooey, ptooey.”

The ghastly face spits frantically, trying to spit Qing Li out.

Unmoved, Qing Li softly says directly into the ghastly face’s mind, “No need to thank me, I still have several dozen kilos of industrial salt, aged vinegar from ’82, freshly dug natural coptis from last year in the mountains. Whatever flavor you want, I have it, ensuring you eat comfortably and leave peacefully.”

The ghastly face breaks down, tearfully saying, “I wanted to eat something sweet.”

Qing Li’s expression changes, and she chops off two of the ghastly face’s large teeth, coldly saying, “Being picky is not a good habit.”

“Ah, let me out, I can’t take it anymore, I really can’t…”

The ghastly face’s upper and lower jawbones crack open 180 degrees, its claws reaching into its mouth, trying to pull Qing Li out.

While dodging the ghostly claws, Qing Li says with a touch of sadness, “Why? Didn’t you think I was tender and delicious? Why swallow me only to spit me out? You fickle womanizer, go to hell!”

Qing Li then breaks two of the ghastly face’s fangs with a kick.

The ghastly face is left speechless, cursing in its mind, “Damn it, from now on, tender and delicate women are off my menu.”

Seeing the half-ghost creature in such a pitiful state, the live stream audience holds a moment of silence.

[Sigh, family, this is what happens when you eat indiscriminately.]

[Kids, take this as a warning, don’t be like this ghost creature eating recklessly, or it will ruin your body.]

[The little village girl’s live stream is always so educational, I’m so moved.]

[Of course, our little village girl is a positive energy host.]

The live stream then starts a new round of tipping.

At this point, the ghastly face, tormented by Qing Li, is out of temper, its mouth open, with only a few crooked fangs left where there were once many sharp ones.

“How do you want me to let you out?”

In its tone, there’s a hint of pleading.

Qing Li honestly answers, “When you die, I’ll naturally come out.”

Enraged, the ghastly face roars, “If that’s the case, don’t blame me for being impolite.”

After speaking, his voice thundered deafeningly above the ancestral hall: “Where is the village latrine?”

He intended to force-feed himself feces to drive this human out.

The village chief, trembling, pointed in a direction.

The ghostly face, wrapped in a chill, swiftly moved through the air towards the direction of the village latrine.

Qing Li widened her eyes, clearly not expecting this ghostly entity to resort to such a despicable trick.

“Alright, you win.”

Qing Li jumped out of his mouth, landing steadily on the ground.