Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1037: Chapter 81: There Is No Path to Immortality in This World (43)

At this moment, no matter how much Zhuifeng tried to ignore ‘Big Brother Mo Xiaofei’s’ abnormalities, he couldn’t convince himself…

If Big Brother’s abnormality was because of the trick played by the eccentric old man on Mountain Wudang, then the current ‘Big Brother’s’ abnormality certainly wouldn’t be caused by any trick.

He seemed exceptionally familiar with this place… He knew perfectly well how to navigate the path and avoid the restrictions along the way… Even some strange things he spoke of were clear from his mouth.

Zhuifeng remembered that Mo Xiaofei’s initial goal to go to Mount Tai and look for the Clothed Daoist’s disciple was to explore his past life.

Could it be, the current Big Brother Mo Xiaofei is actually…

But thinking this way, Zhuifeng felt a bit whimsical. Although he was a single wandering… wolf, he had mixed with some monster hangouts.

He remembered during his wandering days, he encountered a dying old monster and chatted for a while. Humans have past lives, and monsters actually have past lives too.

The cycle of Six Paths is in the hands of the netherworld. It’s said the netherworld has a book that can record one’s pre-death affairs. Good and bad, merits and faults, they’re all recorded in the unseen. The netherworld will decide a person’s next life based on the contents of this book.

The netherworld has Six Paths, a monster’s next life could be human, and a human’s next life could be a monster.

But regardless, after reincarnation, one forgets previous life affairs, and recalling one’s past life is extremely difficult…

“What are you thinking?” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ suddenly stopped and cast a questioning look.

This gaze had an indescribable dignified aura, making Zhuifeng reluctant to meet his eyes. He scratched his head and said, “I was just thinking, we’ve been in here for a while, not sure if the people outside have left.”

Zhuifeng remembered that when he followed ‘Mo Xiaofei’ inside, he encountered a silent-mask intruder, and there was another patrolling team in the cave.

“Mm.” ‘Mo Xiaofei’ just nodded, not responding to Zhuifeng’s question.

Zhuifeng quickly walked two more steps, catching up, “Um, Big Brother, when are we going out?”

“Are you in a hurry to leave?”

Zhuifeng replied, “It’s not that… I was just planning to visit some friends for New Year’s greetings.”

Besides, giving New Year greetings and assuring the two elders at home… Zhuifeng thought that given ‘Mo Xiaofei’s’ current state, he probably wouldn’t do this, so he’d have to do it himself with a stiff upper lip.

Unexpectedly, ‘Mo Xiaofei’ said, “No need for that, once we’re out, the New Year will already be over… perhaps, even the New Year’s Day has passed.”

Zhuifeng was stunned, subconsciously saying, “Huh? Big Brother, what did you say? How could New Year’s Day have passed by now? We’ve only been here for a few hours at most, probably not midnight yet.”

‘Mo Xiaofei’ looked at Zhuifeng with a calm gaze, “Have you ever heard, ‘A day in heaven, a year on earth’?”

“Seems like the myth story about Heaven, right?” Zhuifeng subconsciously said, “I once forgot which old monster said it, in heaven, an immortal’s day equals a mortal’s year.”

“Here, more or less.”

Leaving Zhuifeng standing stunned on the spot, “More or less… More or less? Wait! Big Brother, what did you say? Big Brother!”

‘Mo Xiaofei’ walked up the mountain with his hands behind his back. On this mountain, clouds and mist swirled around, and his pace couldn’t be matched by Zhuifeng.

…

…

Rumbling—!

Huge stone pillars fell to the ground like trees being chopped down, raising a vast cloud of dust.

But Wang Hu paused and frowned—behind him was the strange old ghost continually urging him that smooth attacks could clear the way.

This old ghost claimed to have escaped from Xiao Shengmo’s Tower of Myriad Ghosts, because after several hundred years of staying inside the tower, he wasn’t clear about outer affairs.

However… although the old ghost’s attire was somewhat outdated with current trends, it wasn’t exaggerated by several centuries—a testimony to the abundant resources within Tower of Myriad Ghosts, and Lord Xiao being considerate towards his subordinates. Therefore, even those staying inside could enjoy exceptional treatment… such nonsense.

The gloomy and terrifying Lord of the Ghost City would have considerate moments for his subordinates?

Inside Tower of Myriad Ghosts, not only was there ever-burning Karmic Fire, but the ghost souls there bearing the title of Ghost Soldiers were not genuinely ordained by Heaven, at most private troops… receiving such benefits?

“Brother Wang Hu, ah, why have you stopped?”

“Haven’t you noticed yet?” Wang Hu coldly snorted.

Tai Yinzi then looked around—on this path, Wang Hu had blasted a walkway, but upon looking back, the fallen stone pillars had quietly returned to their original positions at an unknown time…

“How could this be?” Tai Yinzi frowned involuntarily.

To Tai Yinzi, who had consistently failed his formation courses five hundred years ago while cultivating on the mountain, the bizarre maze before him was beyond his understanding.

Seeing Tai Yinzi’s idiotic look, Wang Hu impatiently frowned, resisting the urge to unleash a Tyrant Fist, and sat directly on the ground.

Since brute force couldn’t prevail, there was no need to waste energy; who knows what might be waiting further in this weird place?

“Old ghost!” Wang Hu now looked at Tai Yinzi, hand on his chin, “I heard Xiao Shengmo has been the Ghost King for five to six hundred years, but no one knows his background before death. Do you know?”

Tai Yinzi stood on one of the stone pillars, scanning around, answering casually, “Yeah, he herded cattle.”

Wang Hu saw the old ghost picking his nostrils and knew he was talking nonsense… again resisting the urge to deliver a Tyrant Fist to him, “Old ghost, I’m going to meditate for a while, you’d better not bother me!”

Tai Yinzi yawned, “You take your time, I’m catching up on sleep… recently been grinding hard, mentally exhausted.”

Wang Hu exhaled and directly closed his eyes.

As for Tai Yinzi, he came down, leaned against the stone pillar, crossed his legs, and soon there was the sound of snoring… the snoring seemed somewhat loud.

Wang Hu frowned…frowned…frowned, and finally opened his eyes abruptly.

Tai Yinzi’s snoring became increasingly prolonged… finally, Wang Hu rose abruptly and walked directly to Tai Yinzi.

At this moment, Tai Yinzi seemed to perceive something, opened his eyes, surprised, “Brother Wang Hu, you’ve had enough rest?”

Tyrant Fist!!

Spinning, spinning, spinning, smashing, face down!

Tai Yinzi got up dizzily from the ground, instantly furious!

“You damned brat! When Grandpa Taoist roamed the world, you were a mere chromosome yet to be born in your father’s body! How dare you repeatedly challenge my limits! I’m warning you, don’t push me!!”

Tyrant Fist!!

“You damned scoundrel, dare you!!!”

Tyrant Fist!!

“I warn you again, Grandpa Taoist has a background you can’t imagine… Ah—!”

Tyrant Fist!!

“You still…”

Tyrant Fist!!

“MMP!! Do you believe that I summon the boss and wipe you out!”

Tyrant… This time Wang Hu frowned and stopped, stopping his terrifying fist right on Tai Yinzi’s already swollen face, “Your boss?”

Tai Yinzi sneered at this moment: “Hmph! Ignorant little tiger, you know nothing about power! If you annoy my boss, he doesn’t even need to act, that vicious woman can wipe you out to the atomic level!”

“Heh.” Wang Hu sneered.

Tyrant Fist!!

This time, after landing, Wang Hu grabbed Tai Yinzi’s collar with a speed like lightning and thunder, and as the terrifying iron fist was about to swing again, Tai Yinzi frightenedly shrank his neck.

This tiger monster’s origin is unknown, striking his body with unbearable pain, with a faint sign of collapsing. Who knows how many more punches he can endure—Black soul envoy is not invincible, he can also die!

“Call!” Wang Hu snorted at this moment.

“Call, call?” Tai Yinzi was stunned.

“I told you to call, so you call!!” Wang Hu’s forehead silently bulged with a vein.

Tai Yinzi’s throat rolled, then glanced at Wang Hu’s fist, tremblingly said: “Ah… ah~ ah?? Ah ah ah, ah ah… ah~?”

At this moment, the vein on Wang Hu’s forehead bulged significantly, and a surge of white-hot demonic power erupted, making a giant virtual shadow of a tiger head appear in the sky!

At this time, centered on Wang Hu, the ground began violently trembling, seemingly unable to bear Wang Hu’s weight! His face was marked by numerous tiger patterns, with destructive aura released at whim breaking the surrounding stone pillars!

Wang Hu grasped Tai Yinzi’s neck at this moment, lifted him high, and said coldly: “Old ghost, don’t play dumb with me! I’ll give you one more chance, summon the boss you mentioned. Otherwise, with the next punch, I’ll make you disappear from this world entirely!”

“Divine Beast Transformation…” Tai Yinzi’s face was horrified.

Damn it! They said he was just an ordinary member of the White Tiger Clan???

Thinking fast, Tai Yinzi dared not summon the boss here… if the summoned is the maid, wouldn’t the fact that he sneaked out with things from the club be exposed?

Who knows what kind of punishment awaits him… However, it seems like not summoning him can’t withstand Wang Hu’s fists either?

After quickly weighing the pros and cons in his heart, Tai Yinzi made a decision!

At most, after this, his work tenure will be extended again, which is better than dying at Jotaro… Oops, dying at this brute’s hands!

“Fine! Since you don’t know what’s good for you, don’t blame Grandpa Taoist for being rude!” Tai Yinzi flared his nostrils and widened his eyes, “If you have the guts, let go of Grandpa Taoist first!”

“Hmph!” Wang Hu casually threw Tai Yinzi down, the demonic power continued to be released, causing the small stones on the ground to defy gravity due to the demonic power.

Tai Yinzi swallowed hard… after returning this time, he won’t go out again!

Tai Yinzi took a deep breath; his calmness all the way because even after being mysteriously transferred here, he could still distinctly sense the existence of the club… or rather, staying here feels integrated with the club.

Therefore, Tai Yinzi does not doubt the possibility of summoning the boss here.

However, what Tai Yinzi never expected was that at this moment, no matter how frantically he called the boss in his heart, he couldn’t get the boss to respond.

…Is the person you called out of service area?

Ah, dammit!

Impossible!

This place clearly exudes the club’s atmosphere everywhere!

Boss… I was wrong!

I shouldn’t have sneaked out to avoid work! I shouldn’t have had restless hands to steal things! I shouldn’t have stolen the tea leaves! I’ll definitely reform!! I am your loyal underling… Boss!! Meow meow?

“Old ghost! My patience is limited!”

“Why, why so impatient!” Tai Yinzi said stiffly at this moment: “In such a hurry to die, Grandpa Taoist won’t stop you! Don’t blame me when my boss arrives… Hero! Have mercy! Please give me a little more time! The signal here… the signal here is bad!!”

“Go to hell!”

Tyrant Fist!!

As Wang Hu’s fist slammed down, Tai Yinzi somewhat sorrowfully discovered, he simply couldn’t dodge.

He even resented why he didn’t properly cultivate when he was in the sect… since he’s dying, why not turn the club into chaos, make the kitchen a battlefield, smash cabinet contents, blow up Adam, break the boss’s records… at least piss off that vicious woman!

Boom—!

In an instant, the earth shook from the huge noise.

But Tai Yinzi didn’t feel the kind of pain that shatters his skull every time… a barrier had appeared unknowingly in front of him.

Wang Hu’s fist was blocked outside this barrier at this moment… like a bubble blown from soapy water, flowing with glaze-like light under the refraction of light.

Boss, I knew you wouldn’t abandon me!

Tai Yinzi suddenly shivered, and in the light’s reflection, noticed an unfamiliar shadow on the ground.

Tai Yinzi raised his head in surprise and delight, “Boss, save… Boss?”

Tai Yinzi’s expression froze as it was.

Floating midair at this moment, it wasn’t Luo Qiu nor the club maid consolidating his greatest fear and awe.

Instead… instead, it was a petite figure.

With purple long hair, about eleven or twelve years old, fair skin, and… a cold expression.

This girl’s gaze swept from Wang Hu to Tai Yinzi on the ground, slowly descending… her purple luxurious gown gently swaying.

[Prototype Omnipotent Treasury Manager, Gaia… Who calls.]

She spoke.