Chapter 847 - Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist’s mosquito theory (1/2)

Translator: G.o.dBrandy Editor: Kurisu

Although Song Shuhang didn’t know where True Monarch Yellow Mountain was right now, he knew for sure that he was on Baijing Street… and perhaps he was even peeping at them.

As such, it was possible that he had seen Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist when the latter put on that self-important look, starting to recite poetry.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist… was seeking death big time this time around!

The nearby young monster hunter also blinked his eyes.

Wait a moment… ‘it’s time to sweep stupid Yellow Mountain’s house clean’? Is it possible that this ‘stupid Yellow Mountain’ refers to True Monarch Yellow Mountain?

Just as the young monster hunter was in deep thought, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist stretched out his hand and took out a letter, handing it over to Song Shuhang. “Little friend, in this letter are noted down some interesting things that are related to you and your family. You can consider it the remuneration for letting me practice next to you.”

Inside the letter was recorded that matter concerning the spider puppet that had quietly sneaked into Song Shuhang’s house some time ago. Afterward, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist had cut off its eight legs and left the legless spider attached to the hanging lamp.

He believed that Song Shuhang would be very interested in this piece of news.

“It’s related to me and my family?” Song Shuhang took the letter and opened it, glancing at the content. Immediately after, he raised his head and looked toward the hanging lamp on the ceiling.

Sure enough, there was a b.u.t.ton-sized small spider there. The spider had lost its legs and could only stand in place, unable to move in the slightest.

Song Shuhang gently jumped and stretched out his hand, grabbing the spider puppet.

At this time, the spider puppet was seemingly deactivated and wasn’t moving in the slightest.

Song Shuhang sighed.

After becoming a cultivator, he had been worrying about his family possibly getting involved in some cultivation-related disaster.

Therefore, he was planning to look for some haven of peace and move his family there once the level of his strength was high enough.

But little did he expect that people would extend their evil clutches to his family so soon.

Still, who was the master of this spider puppet?

I will hand over this thing to Senior Yellow Mountain in a while. Perhaps he can find some clues from it and track down the owner of the spider, Song Shuhang thought to himself.

Song Shuhang already had a suspect in mind… if he had to think of someone that was capable of doing something similar and knew the address of his house, the first person that came to his mind was Young Master Hai of the Limitless Demon Sect.

“Thank you, Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist,” Song Shuhang said gratefully after landing back in the living room.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist sipped his tea with a smile, and said, “You are welcome. It was just your remuneration, it’s a fair deal this way.”

Song Shuhang put the spider puppet away. The value of this remuneration from Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist was very high. From a certain point of view, it was the same as saving his family once.

Song Shuhang gazed at Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist, who was about to ‘do something big’, and then thought about the fact that True Monarch Yellow Mountain was already in Wenzhou City… his heart ached a little.

Perhaps he should remind Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist a little, and tell him not to seek death too much?

“Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist, isn’t there any chance of peacefully settling this dispute between you and Senior Yellow Mountain?” Song Shuhang said. “If you are really intending to head to Senior Yellow Mountain’s place and sweep it clean… the consequences might be unimaginable if Senior Yellow Mountain were to discover you.”

“Ahahaha.” Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist laughed loudly, and asked in reply, “Little friend Shuhang, you know about mosquitos, right?”

“What does this matter have to do with mosquitos…?” Song Shuhang was unable to follow Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist’s train of thought. The members of the death-seeking league had a maze-like circuit with eighteen turns in their heads. Even if the ‘Car G.o.d Tak.u.mi Fujiwara’ from Initial D were to personally drive the vehicle, he might still end up in an accident and overturn his ride.

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist sighed with emotion, and said, “Let me tell you about mosquitos! The bravest and most heroic way for a mosquito to die is to lie on someone’s face and start sucking their blood… as long as they can make that person ruthlessly slap themselves in the face, the sacrifice of the mosquito would have been completely worth it!”

“…” Song Shuhang.

Don’t try to deceive me just because I don’t know too many jokes! I’ve been taking private lessons about jokes recently; isn’t this joke a super old one? At least a dozen or so years old!

“I’m the same.” A firm expression appeared in Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist’s eyes. “As long as I can make stupid Yellow Mountain ruthlessly slap himself in the face, I don’t mind getting sealed up for a few years. It would have been completely worth it anyway!”

“…” Song Shuhang.

Worth your sister!

We are simply unable to communicate with each other!

At this point, it can’t simply be a problem of generational gap… it’s as if we have completely different values, beliefs, and way of seeing the things in the world!

Daoist Priest Cloudy Mist stood up, and said, “As such, we don’t have much time left. How about starting to practice immediately?”

He had already waited for more than one month and a half, and he now wanted to make every minute and second count. He didn’t want to waste even a second and practice wholeheartedly.

The current him needed only a small push to break through the bottleneck and advance a small realm.

“Senior, don’t be impatient. Actually, I’m leaving for the Jiangnan area today. If Senior really wants to practice together with me, how about following me to the Jiangnan area?” Song Shuhang asked.