I Don’t Want to Get Hurt, So I’ll Max Out My Defense Chapter 1872 - 1899: The Invincible Law of Fate

Da Jianbi crushed the headless corpse beneath his foot, cold and ruthless.

Just a little bit more, this guy could have seized a slim chance of survival. Right now, he was only one street away from the brothel where Yu Huan Shui was.

The chaos he caused frightened the residents into a panicked escape, and the brothel girls who were welcoming guests on the street scattered like frightened birds and beasts.

Should he go and help Yu Huan Shui?

If he wanted to, he could imdiately storm the brothel, join forces with Yu Huan Shui, and crush the target.

"Forget it, it’s not good to snatch soone else’s prey, besides, I prefer one-on-one combat."

"It seems there’s no chance for you to step in; go inform the others, and I’ll wait outside the city first."

Da Jianbi pocketed his hands and headed out of the city.

From the scattered flesh on the ground, a giant rat erged, swallowing the shredded at whole, then emitted a squeaking sound as it stealthily headed toward the brothel.

Inside the brothel.

Yu Huan Shui had already found the target but wasn’t in a hurry to take action.

His cultivation level was sealed, so he had to proceed with extre caution. The brothel had seven floors in total. He swept from the first floor to the seventh, writing a phrase on the cheek of anyone he encountered: [Cannot make a sound, and will attack Chaos Squad mbers].

Beside him was a puppet following along, a product of Jiang Que’s [Peach Blossom Spring Record].

After several conversations, the puppet refused to ntion any details about its own plot, which made Yu Huan Shui impatient. He forcibly read its mory through the Gate of Destiny.

It was a story about a puppet yearning to beco a real human, eventually gaining human emotions. If the puppet received soone’s praise, it could transform into that person’s appearance.

"So that’s the plot. Perfect for a brothel, with here, I’ll directly write your story for you; you’ll beco the Oiran."

Yu Huan Shui took a pen and began altering the puppet’s mory, writing and drawing on its face.

After a few breaths.

The plot aligns!

The puppet’s form twisted, transforming into the appearance of the brothel’s Oiran.

Every brothel had a lead lady; this Oiran fit the role perfectly. Known for selling talent, not her body, she captivated many n yet remained unobtainable. This was the most common and practical marketing tactic in a brothel.

"Squeak Squeak!"

The floor suddenly broke open beneath, and a grotesque rat erged, squeaking loudly.

"I rember you being with Da Jianbi..."

Yu Huan Shui frowned, pulled the puppet over, opened the book on its face, and read the mory to understand the ssage the rat conveyed.

Li Xiaobai and Da Jianbi had each dealt with their opponents, and this rat, accompanying Da Jianbi, hadn’t had a chance to act, so it ca to him, the nearest, hoping to be useful.

"In that case, maybe we can team up..."

Yu Huan Shui looked at the puppet that had turned into the Oiran and then at the rat gazing at him with hopeful eyes.

A mont later.

The Oiran’s skirt fluttered, her steps graceful, as she pushed open the furthest suite on the seventh floor and walked in gracefully.

Inside was a burly man, holding beauties to his left and right, drinking fine wine and enjoying music, perfectly at ease.

"Qingqing girl is here, have a seat."

Seeing the puppet enter, the man’s eyes lit up, he pushed away the two beauties in his arms, and said with a smile.

The puppet slightly bowed in greeting and naturally sat on the man’s lap.

The man was startled, and imdiately joyous.

"They say Qingqing girl sells her art, not her body. I thought I could only observe from afar. I didn’t expect such forwardness!"

"What are you saying, sir? It’s all thanks to you that my Flying Immortal Domain is saved from disaster."

The puppet smiled gently, clinked glasses with the man, who couldn’t stop smiling.

Earlier, the old madam had warned him not to touch Qingqing girl, but now it seed that wasn’t true. Qingqing actually seed to like him; he had a shot!

"All of you, out!"

After a few rounds of drinking, the puppet dismissed the other dancers in the room.

The man asked, "Qing’er, what’s this?"

"Don’t talk, kiss ."

The puppet, full of affection, embraced the man’s body.

The man hugged tightly, and after so indescribable actions, blew out the candles and moved with the puppet to the bed.

Lips touched, he was enjoying it, feeling sothing moving from Qingqing’s mouth into his.

Slimy, wet, was it a tongue?

He liked Qingqing’s initiative.

But after a while, he felt sothing amiss. How was Qingqing’s tongue so long?

Sothing’s wrong!

The tongue detached, still moving, burrowing down his throat!

"Mmmph!"

"You..."

The man’s eyes bulged in realization of danger, grabbing the beautiful figure on top to throw her off.

But the puppet wouldn’t comply, its limbs stretching bizarrely, holding tightly to the man. Whatever he did, he couldn’t break free.

"Splatter!"

The back of the man’s neck was suddenly pierced by a blade. This ti, it was the puppet’s tongue, transford into a material of incredible hardness, spearing through his neck and wrenching violently.

Stifled sounds, the churn of flesh, angry roars, all mixed together.

In the pitch-black room, a silent battle began.

The man struggled fiercely. His aura exploded, wrecking the room. He hoped to make noise to draw guards from below, but all were under Yu Huan Shui’s control. No one ca to investigate despite the ti passing.

In panic, he crashed through the wall into the corridor, the creature inside roaming his body, gnawing at his organs.

He had to seek help.

"Cough, cough!"

"You... help ..."

The man caught sight of Yu Huan Shui in the corridor, panic on his face, grabbing hold, rasping with blood bubbling out.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"You’re that lord, is there an assassin?!"

Yu Huan Shui feigned shock, held the man, and called downstairs in mocked alarm.

The man’s tearful eyes shone with gratitude, this stranger was his savior, thank the heavens!

"Run... Take away..."

The man rasped, mustering strength to utter a few words.

He saw the man ahead carry him, seemingly understanding his need, eyes showing relief.

But his relief turned to shock.

"So your na is Zhang Kuang, your Visualized Item is [Hero], and the Law of Power, pure strength, sounds tricky for direct confrontation."

"You ask who I am?"

"I am Yu Huan Shui, a Chaos Squad mber. Seems you killed a forr squad mber, so I’m here to take you out."

"Direct action damages my scholarly image; let ensure your peaceful end."

Yu Huan Shui’s fingers touched the man’s cheek, the Gate of Destiny fully controlling him, reading mories while talking to himself.

He wrote on the man’s face: [Lie here, don’t move, don’t speak, don’t call for help].

Then with hands behind his back, he leisurely departed.

Inside the brothel.

The man lay vacantly, eyes full of despair, unable to make a sound or move, as his organs were devoured piece by piece by the unknown creature.

In the ruined room, the puppet climbed out, its hands turned into sharp blades, slicing across his body.

After the ti it takes to burn incense.

A huge grotesque rat burst out, devouring the remnants of his body, thoroughly satisfied, burping as it left with the puppet.