Chapter 809 – He Comes from the Yellow Springs (1/2)

Chapter 809 – He Comes from the Yellow Springs

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The reason a person is called a 'freak' is naturally that many aspects of that person differ from normal.

This person was very short. On the surface, Nanke appeared like a little girl of twelve or thirteen, but this person was shorter than Nanke by two heads.

This person was very ugly. No matter how beautiful the morning light was, it could only engender disgust when it shone on that seemingly randomly assembled face.

This person's back bulged upwards, indicating that he was probably a hunchback.

This person was dressed in black. His clothes had been washed until they were very clean, but for some strange reason, one could still smell some stinking odor.

Most people who saw such a thin, short, deformed, and stinking person would first feel loathing. After calming down, they might feel some pity or sympathy.

Chen Changsheng did not feel any of these things.

The moment he saw this person, his sense of wariness instantly soared.

It was the same feeling he had gotten when he first saw Zhou Tong standing under the crabapple tree in the alley of the Northern Military Department.

He felt that he was seeing an unreasonable, unpersuadable, undilutable, and perfect evil.

This person's evil was subtly different from Zhou Tong's evil, even more sinister and foul.

”Who are you?” Chen Changsheng asked the freak.

The person's ugly face showed a hint of anxiety.

Because the morning light was too bright and he had forgotten to cover his face with a hat.

He had been seen, making him feel inferior, and once more stirring in him a desire to destroy the world.

The moment he thought about destroying the world, the freak felt much more at peace and began to smile.

This freak's smile was also very freakish. The moment he smiled, the corners of his lips peeled back, revealing the terrifying sight that was those messy and sharp teeth that seemed more appropriate in the mouth of a beast.

”Since I can't kill you in secret, I can only try and see if I can't kill you right here.”

This person's voice was also very unpleasant, as grating as two broken shards of porcelain being constantly rubbed against each other.

After saying this, he extended both his hands and made a gesture towards Chen Changsheng.

In the bright morning light, one could clearly see that his two hands were covered all over in fur and scales, making them seem rather repulsive.

Chen Changsheng did not pay any attention to this detail but to the gesture formed by the hands.

He had never seen this gesture used in reality, but as he was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, he had once seen it in an ancient Daoist scripture.

This was a most traditional Daoist array hand seal, an archaic technique that had ceased to be passed down in the Orthodoxy for many years.

Neither the Li Palace nor Holy Maiden Peak still taught this sort of technique.

This person exuded a fair and harmonious, even divine Qi.

But black Qi was gathering around his hands, lightning bolts flashing within while a foul and evil smell gushed forth.

Using the most traditional and ancient divine arts of the Orthodoxy to drive the most sinister and evil of attacks—what sort of monster was this?

Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed as his right hand gripped the hilt at his waist.

It seemed like this impromptu battle was about to begin, but nobody expected what happened next.