Chapter 48 - Who Isn't a 200-pound Cutie
Chapter 48 of "Journey to the End of the Night" opens revealing: As he spoke, he had already begun absorbing Spiritual Power in his hands, and the... Keep going!
As he spoke, he had already begun absorbing Spiritual Power in his hands, and the pitch-black lines on the blue talisman paper started to surge wildly.
âROAR!!!â A tigerâs roar, shocking to the depths of peopleâs souls, echoed.
Mermaids in the lake could not withstand this terrifying sound and hurriedly hid in the depths of the lake.
Under the force of the invisible roar, the calm lake surface stirred up ripples.
Everyone had already held their breath, including the two disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect.
Even though they knew the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger wasnât targeting them, a cold sweat still broke out on their spines.
Baili Anâs gaze was cautious and dangerous as a gigantic White Tiger, five meters long, condensed from the black lines.
The body of the White Tiger was covered in vivid black lines, dark as ink like a curse, outlining its massive ghostly figure.
Its eyes were also pitch black, devoid of pupils, thus appearing merciless.
Under the command of Young Master Meng, the menacing aura targeted solely at Baili An!
The cold corpse demonâs body wrapped in that fierce aura appeared even colder!
Had it been an ordinary person, they would have been frightened to death under the terrifying prowess of this aura!
Baili An pinched the palm of his hand, which was without cold sweat.
Although corpse demons lack body temperature and canât sweat, naturally not having palm sweat to display his inner nervousness.
But Baili An strangely found that as his gaze met the pitch-black eyes of the Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, it was incredibly calm and even felt oddly affectionate.
The Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger did not notice Baili Anâs eyes gradually softening and relaxing.
Its tiger eyes radiated mercilessness, as if it had lost all reason.
Beneath its four paws, the energy exploded, stirring up streams of bloody air, fiercely pouncing towards Baili An.
The little deer trembled, curling up at Baili Anâs feet, but refused to leave no matter what.
Yang Zhao and Wen Kang both revealed knowing smiles, glancing around as if
The corners of their mouths under the masks suddenly twitched stiff!
Young Master Mengâs hand trembled slightly, almost causing the blue Spirit Talisman to fly out of his hand.
Everyone was struck dumb!
Meow?
Had they heard wrong?!!!
The mighty Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger of the Central Netherworld Dynasty, the Yin Tiger, who could swallow hundreds of Fierce Ghosts without batting an eye, what were you howling just now?
Meow?!!
Were you, the mighty Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, acting coquettish to someone?!!!
What blinded your majestic eyes and heart, making you think you were a cute cat?!!!
Lin Guiyuanâs admiration deepened, his long spear reverting to the Golden Vine, as he silently tied up his disheveled hair.
Then, someone timidly reached out and asked, âYoung Master Meng, are you sure the tiger you enlisted is from the Netherworld Absolute Prison?â
Tears welled up in Young Master Mengâs eyes, and he exploded with an impolite curse, âWhen I enlisted it, I was absolutely, ten thousand percent sure, but nowâŚ
Iâm damned if I know!â
What a disgrace, Mr.
Yin Tiger, please come back.
Please.
He silently muttered a Summoning Technique.
To no avail.
The colossal and imposing ghost prison Yin Tiger clamped its legs like a delicate young lady.
It scurried in three steps as two toward Baili An and started rubbing its massive, round head against Baili Anâs belly.
Acting like a sycophantic dog after pretending to be a cat, tail wagging pitifully begging for hugs and kisses.
Young Master Meng felt a reversed shock surge through his throat, the taste of blood churning, his body unsteady, vision darkening.
Surely, he mustâve opened the Ghost Talisman wrongâŚ
Baili An touched the frosty tigerâs head, casting his eyes down at his right hand which had just made the seal, feeling momentary emotion.
Tears nearly burst from Young Master Mengâs eyes; he had raised this Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger for a full 150 years, feeding it well every day, even feeding it with his own Essence Blood.
Now, after all that feeding, it felt like feeding a meat bun to a dog â never to return!
Grinding his teeth fiercely, he forced down the reversed blood in his mouth!
He increased the intensity of the Summoning decision, Spiritual Power crazily surged from his palms.
That pleasant spring breeze-smile had long been lost, he gritted his teeth and said, âYin Spirit Return Talisman!â
âPfftâŚâ
In response was a muffled, heavy fart, a stench unparalleled, as a blast of Yin Fire erupted, landing on Young Master Mengâs hands, instantly turning his precious blue talisman paper to ashes.
However, it seemed somewhat conscientious, perhaps remembering this person had been its poop-scooper for 150 years.
The Yin Fire sprayed from an indescribable part of its body, merely burned that one blue talisman paper, and didnât harm him at all.
But it didnât know, this action had deeply wounded Young Master Mengâs heart.
Normally unflappable, Young Master Mengâs body violently shook, his arm reaching out toward the nearest person, his eyes vacant, âSomeone, help me up.â
Someone quickly sturdily supported him, deeply concerned, asking, âYoung Master Meng, are you alright?â
Of course, this person cleverly avoided his fart-smelling hand, holding his arm instead.
Young Master Meng watched the tail-wagging, grinning, squinty-eyed Heroic Spirit Ghost Tiger, which looked just like a 200-pound fat cat, and his heart ached.
Baili An hadnât expected things to develop this far either.
He felt he might have a special constitution, naturally very attractive to these animal spirits.
Just like the little deer.
Just like the Lin Yuan mermaids.
And now, even this Mr.
Yin TigerâŚ
likewise.
But he didnât know why, this scene felt somewhat familiar.
Could it be that he had raised little ghost pets in his previous life?