Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 1010 - 526_2

"What are you looking at!"

Half-head, with a clear temper, snapped angrily.

"Looking at you, so what!"

"I'm selling milk, not performing any tricks, are you trying to ride over my head!"

Even the three Nai brides got angry and retorted.

The Murong brothers initially agreed with the three Nai brides that being bigger and more abundant was correct, but as soon as they heard the accent, they became neutral.

How could this ghost have a Beizhou accent!

Half-head didn't expect this nightly new bride ghost to dare challenge him, especially in front of his brothers, so he stood up immediately.

Standing up abruptly, he was furious, his previously sparse hair suddenly sprouted a lot of yellow hair from the half-head, standing upright like a broom.

The ghost bride showed no fear, floating slightly downward, directly confronting Half-head.

At this point, the group of ghosts became interested, hurriedly asking the waiter to bring more dishes.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers turned into bloodthirsty spectators, staring intently.

The fiercer the fight, the better. Fight ferociously, hopefully until all their clothes are gone!

The half-head ghost glared viciously: "Try looking at me again!"

"I'm looking again, what will you do!" the ghost bride retorted.

"You're forcing my hand!"

"Forcing you? Do something!"

Just then, a "phuh" sound echoed!

Half-head spat flew straight toward the ghost bride's face.

The ghost bride swiftly raised a leg, blocking the spit with a thunk, then flipped back to unleash a strike.

Suddenly the previously dismissed ghost breast whistled out, heading straight for Half-head's skull.

Half-head leaned back, dodging the ghost breast, returning the favor with a snot rocket!

The ghost bride swept her sleeve, catching two jugs next to her, pouring down like a Heavenly Girl scattering flowers, while simultaneously spraying a snot rocket!

For a moment, liquor flew everywhere, each taking turns spitting and dunking milk, their movements seemed to resemble dancing.

The Murong brothers, watching for a while, couldn't help but scoff: "Will this actually kill anyone?"

At this moment, two nearly identical Little Mouse waiters came out, opening with—"Let it go, let it go, you two stop fighting!"

The two ghosts disregarded, continuing their dance of flying spit and liquor.

Another Little Mouse waiter shouted: "Guest, your whip is here! Buy three, get two free! Plus, a jug of Human Pill brewed nourishing wine!"

Right then, the half-head ghost retreated slightly, asking: "You're really giving this much!"

The waiter hurriedly exclaimed: "Indeed, such a gift, quickly stop fighting!"

"Damn woman, don't interfere with my whip and drink, if you dare wait for me!"

"Wait, I'll wait!"

Thus, this theatrical dance ended.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers were truly speechless; how could this ghost brawl feel like nothing more than a game.

Seeing no real fight erupt, the place emanating such filthy stench, especially witnessing the ghosts' consumption, Duan Yun could hardly tolerate.

He stood, walking straight to Half-head's side.

Half-head was gulping down "Human Pill Wine", shaking the jug, hearing the sound of beads clashing inside, merely admiring such fine wine.

Suddenly, Duan Yun stepped directly before him, staring at him.

He was about to blurt out "What are you looking at!", but only managed the first two words, forcefully swallowing the rest.

For now, Duan Yun's face grew ominous red hair, carrying an aura of dread.

This aura intimidated even the half-head ghost. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Thus, gnashing his teeth, he said: "You look unfamiliar, what advice do you have?"

Duan Yun pointed to the ghost woman nearby displaying a ghost infant from her belly, asking: "Is this your wife?"

Half-head nodded: "Sort of."

With a loud slap, Duan Yun knocked the ghost woman down.

The slap was so fierce; the ghost spun five times mid-air before crashing down, collapsing the table.

Almost simultaneously, the ghost infant face showed a vicious expression, but upon seeing Duan Yun's red hair, it startled and quickly disappeared back into the belly.

"Why attack ghosts without cause?"

Faced with his wife being brutally knocked down, the ever-temperamental half-head spoke gently, even appearing courteous.

Duan Yun responded: "I don't like your face! Why hit your wife?"

Yet another slap swept down, causing the ghost woman playing dead to spring up as if a paper sheet caught in a breeze, spinning about.

Half-head yellow hair trembled, but he didn't answer.

Duan Yun continued with three rapid slaps, causing the ghost woman's face to swell like a pig's head.

Half-head still politely inquired: "Who are you really? Such chaos within the Netherworld, unacceptably violent."

"If you're with the ghost bride, no need for such force, I'll apologize!"

"Hitting my wife is trivial, but damaging the tables, chairs, flowers....ah!"

He quickly let out a crossed-gender scream, now flying, spinning through the air.

It was because Duan Yun gave him a slap!

As he landed, Duan Yun added another blow.

Three slaps later, spinning him thirty-two times, making it impossible to land.

Then, as he fell, Duan Yun kicked repeatedly, burying his yellow hair into the ground.

"Speak! Speak!"

"I hit your wife, then you, what about you!"

With a crunch, Duan Yun delivered a knee strike, right into Half-head's spine.

His body folded into a greater-than symbol, with a wheezing sound, even spewing out the nourishing wine he just gulped down.

Beaten to this point, his ghost brothers who accompanied him merely watched with horror, with elf-like precision, they shielded their brother.

And this other ghost begged: "Please stop! My old back is failing, hit my wife instead."

With a boom, Duan Yun punched down, causing Half-head's hair to crumble into none.

The once lively, excited group of ghosts, chatting energetically, the ghost bride reminiscing which night's husband had red hair, felt utterly shocked.

The ground scattered with yellow hair, the body beneath Duan Yun's knee softened.

With Duan Yun's experience, it soon would stiffen.

"Ah!"

Someone screamed.

"Killed the ghost!"

"A ghost killed a ghost!"

...

The ghost crowd wanted to retreat outside just as a boom was heard, the door closed, exposing the Murong brothers' grand figure.

At that point, one ghost realized, shouting: "It's human!"

"It's human!"

"People! Terrifying!"

Suddenly, the ghost crowd scrambled for the windows.

In a flash, a scarlet sword light descended, severing two ghosts near the window. Their severed upper halves showing hesitation, soon choosing to play dead rather than climb up.

They pretended dead, but the remaining ghosts didn't.

They screamed, rushing toward the upper floor.

This tavern wasn't merely a single story.

For a moment, countless ghost feet tread upon the green face ghosts fainting, leaving their faces blurred.

"Hahaha, my darling, don't run!"

The Murong brothers laughed, soaring.

With a boom, their body broke through the floor.

"Hahaha, my darling, don't run!"

The Murong brothers laughed, soaring.

With a boom, their body broke through the floor, "hahaha, my darling, don't run!"

The Murong brothers laughed, soaring.

With a boom, their body broke through the floor,

This was clearly a scene of the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva touring Hell.

If the factory below brimmed with industrial scent, making Duan Yun sense sci-fi elements, at this moment, he felt as if back in ancient times.

Ancient eerie underground, perhaps genuine Hell.

Two completely different styles existing in one space may seem discordant, yet here, appeared perfectly natural.