61: Chapter 48, The Five Elents Lack Virtue!
61: Chapter 48, The Five Elents Lack Virtue!
“Bro…” Little Fatty panicked and hurriedly went to support Tang Fei.
“I’m fine,” Tang Fei raised his hand to stop him and said, “Let rest for a while.”
I am Tang Fei, where I fall, there I lie.
Such a cliché pun!
“This crappy hamr, we might as well just ditch it.” Little Fatty picked up the Skull Hamr, ready to throw it away.
“Wait…” Tang Fei called out.
Little Fatty held the Skull Hamr and asked, “Bro, what’s wrong?”
Tang Fei didn’t speak but looked at Little Fatty with a strange look in his eyes.
Up and down, left and right, as if he were trying to see right through Little Fatty.
“Bro, what’s going on?” Little Fatty was sowhat nervous and asked worriedly, “Are my eyes red?
Have I turned into a fearso monster…”
He had been truly startled by the reactions he saw from Tang Fei when he held the Skull Hamr, thinking that he had been possessed by the Evil God.
Now that he was holding the hamr, had he beco like his brother?
“Swing it,” Tang Fei said.
Little Fatty swung the hamr, and with a thunderous “boom,” a protruding Turtle Shell Stone nearby was smashed to smithereens, scattering like foam.
“Hit again with the hamr,” Tang Fei said.
Without knowing why, Little Fatty swung the hamr again.
Bang!
A Stalactite hanging from the ceiling above was sent flying by his strike.
Tang Fei’s eyes lit up and he asked Little Fatty, “Do you feel any surge of bloodlust, like you want to kill soone?”
“No,” Little Fatty shook his head.
“Is your entire body overheating, as if you’re being roasted over a fire?”
“No,” Little Fatty shook his head again.
“Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”
Little Fatty rubbed his stomach and said, “Just a bit hungry.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been moving around a lot today…
Bro, we haven’t had dinner yet today.”
“…”
Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and then took a long hard look at the Skull Hamr in his hand, slowly confirming the suspicions in his mind.
Previously, when locked in by the thread of consciousness from the Evil God at the doorway, he had struggled and resisted fiercely, only to be backlash by the divine power.
Little Fatty, simple-minded as the moon shining over the hills, seed unscathed, not having suffered any injuries.
At that mont, he had found it very strange.
After all, he himself was a Cultivator, a master of controlling Yin Yang Qi.
His resistance was weaker than that of an ordinary Little Fatty?
When the Evil God had held the Skull Hamr, intending to smash their heads in, it was he who had been more seriously hurt, while Little Fatty, having been knocked away by the hamr, quickly rolled and sprung up from the ground…
There was sothing quite odd about this hamr.
Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and said aloud, “Little Fatty, from now on, this hamr is yours.”
Heaven and earth’s treasures belong to those with virtue.
The sa hamr, he could barely hold without feeling like dying.
Little Fatty, however, stuck with no trouble at all and even managed to wield imnse destructive power…
Tang Fei felt a sting in his heart.
The Divine Artifact’s differential treatnt was like blatantly declaring that Tang Fei lacked virtue.
Of course, Tang Fei wouldn’t voice his suspicions.
A brother’s dignity must still be preserved.
“Big brother, I don’t want this hamr.
It looks like a skull, it’s too scary,” Little Fatty refused.
All I did was hit a rock; is there a hamr that can’t be used?
Using a hamr like this to work, what if I scare my buddies?
Little Fatty and Tang Fei were different; he was well-liked in the village…
Besides, what if he ended up becoming a ‘freak’ like his brother?
The scene of Tang Fei picking up the hamr had left him feeling uneasy.
He feared that one day he might experience the sa.
“It’s different,” Tang Fei said.
“Trust , use this hamr from now on.”
Tang Fei had understood by now that since the Skull Hamr was used by the Evil God, it must be an object of great evil and malice.
The heads crushed by the Evil God with this hamr must number not less than nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine…
His own thoughts were too complex, filled with many distractions, making it easy for the Skull Hamr to influence and bewitch him.
For instance, if he harbored a shred of evil, the hamr could amplify and reveal tenfold.
That little bit of spite in the bottom of his heart could beco ten, a hundred tis stronger.
The more people he killed, the deeper the spite, the heavier the desire to kill.
Would he end up as man or a ghost in the end?
He feared he would find himself a wretched existence, neither human nor ghost.
Little Fatty was different; the child was straightforward and amiable towards everyone.
Without any distractions or ill intentions…
He rarely looked up when walking, only focused on his stone-smashing.
He was a craftsman, a stone artist, soone whose skills should be sung and praised.
Yes, since he was a child, not single person had spoken ill of Little Fatty.
Because everyone knew, if you spoke ill of Little Fatty…
people would think ill of your character.
So simple and pure to that extent that even the Evil God and the Skull Hamr couldn’t affect him.
With not a shred of malice in my heart, how could you incite it?
Without a single desire, how could you make drown in a sea of want?
For this hamr, Little Fatty was a perfect match, yet comically mismatched at the sa ti.
The Skull Hamr didn’t affect Little Fatty’s mind, so Little Fatty could freely use the Divine Artifact.
However, Little Fatty’s character clearly didn’t et the Skull Hamr’s selection criteria for a partner…
Only scum, lowlifes, and Demon Kings might be more likely to win its favor.
Forget it, let them get by with each other for now.
After all, even newlyweds have a period of adjustnt, let alone mortals and Divine Artifacts.
“Use this hamr for the stones?”
“Use this one for the stones too,” Tang Fei said.
Sorry, Evil God, I know this Skull Hamr is a Divine Artifact…
Hitting stones with it should be fine, right?
If it can’t even smash stones, how can it have the nerve to call itself a Divine Artifact?
How can it qualify for the Divine Artifacts rankings?
“Alright then,” Little Fatty nodded helplessly.
Since it was the big brother’s request, he’d listen to his big brother.
Because big brother never hard him.
Seeing Little Fatty’s resigned acceptance, Tang Fei felt a wave of heartache.
He actually quite liked this hamr.
He was very clear in his mind that a Divine Artifact’s enhancent for a Cultivator was unparalleled, but…
All his deep feelings fed to the dogs.
Tang Fei looked at Little Fatty and said, “Help up and we’ll give it a try.”
“Okay!” Little Fatty tossed the hamr onto the ground and ran over to help Tang Fei up from the ground.
Tang Fei used Inner Sight to check his body’s condition and found that the Yin Yang Qi had already helped him adjust and nourish almost everything.
The frustrating and seething feeling of blood boiling was gone, and the burning pain had completely vanished.
So Tang Fei ran over and fondled the Evil God’s corpse…
The Corpse Toucher of Hate Mountain was online once again.
As for touching corpses, Tang Fei was a professional.
From the Evil God’s waist, he found a Beast Skin Scroll that was neither sheepskin nor cowhide, but the hide of a beast Tang Fei had never skinned before.
Tough and durable, it lasted for a thousand years without decay.
It was densely packed with tiny characters.
Tang Fei debated over it in the red light, but he didn’t recognize a single word.
Of course, that didn’t stop Tang Fei from stuffing it in his pocket.
He also found a white jade bottle filled with red pills.
Tang Fei poured them onto his palm and sniffed.
There was a dicinal scent, so they should still be within the expiration date.
It’s just that the color was frighteningly red, as if dyed.
Tang Fei thought that this thing might be needed by the old man, especially since he had quite a few female friends.
Other than that, there was nothing more.
Tang Fei was unconvinced; there was nothing that could escape the eyes and hands of the Corpse Toucher of Hate Mountain.
So, he searched around in the cave.
Indeed, there was really nothing left.
“Is there such a poor god?” Tang Fei said with disdain: “From now on, don’t call yourself Evil God, call yourself Poverty God.”
“Hey…” Tang Fei discovered a new continent.
He found that the Poverty God…
The Evil God’s clothes had rotted away, but the black cloak he was wearing remained completely intact.
Tang Fei reached out and touched it.
The cloth was soft, neither silk nor satin.
He didn’t even know what kind of fabric it was.
So, Tang Fei tore the cloak off.
He wanted to tie the cloak around Little Fatty’s neck, but Little Fatty refused outright, his plump face turning pale with fear as he said, “Big brother, this is a dead person’s clothing…
I dare not wear it.”
The sight of that huge skull and the ambiguous aura of death all over him made him worry that he’d have nightmares.
What if the Evil God ca looking for him at night because he took the cloak?
“Coward,” Tang Fei said irritably: “Such a good thing…
Forget it if you don’t want it.”
He draped the cloak over himself, and without a mirror, his mind’s eye already imagined his cool and handso appearance at this mont.
Hmm, this Evil God Cloak is really not bad…
Tang Fei said to Little Fatty, “Little Fatty, hit with the hamr.”
“Big brother…” Little Fatty was shocked, his eyes widened as he looked at Tang Fei and said, “What…
what’s wrong with you?”
He found that as soon as big brother touched sothing of the Evil God, he beca a bit abnormal.
“Forget it, forget it.
I was just saying,” Tang Fei waved his hand and said, “I wanted to see if the cloak had any magical effects…
Better take it off before trying.
What if it doesn’t work, wouldn’t I be smashed to death by you?”
“Yeah,” Little Fatty nodded repeatedly and said, “You would be smashed to death.”
The thought of possibly smashing his big brother to death made Little Fatty utterly miserable.
Tang Fei looked stylish and suave, but the Evil God was stripped bare.
A once-powerful Evil God reduced to such a state, his treasured weapons taken by others, and even the only piece of clothing on his body was stripped…
Those who heard of it sorrowed, those who saw it shed tears.
Feeling that there was really no more loot to be had, Tang Fei said to Little Fatty, “Let’s go, let’s head back.”
After a pause, he turned back to the Evil God and bowed three tis, saying with a sincere face: “Thanks to the Evil God for the clothes and dicine.
I can never repay your great kindness.
In the next life, I, Lu Yu, will be your ox and horse.”
“Brother, why are you saying godfather’s na?” Little Fatty asked in confusion.
“Smack!”
Tang Fei slapped Little Fatty’s head angrily and said, “Keep your voice down, don’t let the Evil God hear you.”
“…”
Tang Fei and Little Fatty returned with a full load, and they were polite enough to help close the door for the Evil God.
The red light scattered inside the cave began to gather above the high sky and then transford into a pair of blood-red eyes.
A huge skull appeared, as illusory as if hidden, with those tearful eyes like bloody water swaying and staring at the naked self on the stone platform of the cave…
“Howl…”
The voice was mournful, shaking the earth and mountains.
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