PFC Chapter 256 Let's Speak Chinese Together
Chapter 256 Let's Speak Chinese Together
"I'll pay for it, I'll pay for it, I'll cure her for you."
The woman gave a sinister smile. "What's the point of healing? I want you to give birth to another one for me."
They're all Chinese characters, so why can't she understand them when they're put together?
Let's speak Chinese together.
The woman's eyes turned blood red.
She seemed to have cast some kind of spell, but it had no effect on Yun Fuzhao. Instead, a series of painful cries came from behind her.
Yun Fuzhao quickly turned around, only to see Yu Zhiyue and the others lying on the ground, their bellies bulging at an alarming rate. Even more exaggeratedly, the bellies of Yuchi Gong and the other men also bulged.
She was stunned.
At this moment, they seemed to regain their senses.
Yu Chi saw his belly, which was as big as a small mountain, and heard a sharp, popping sound. "Holy crap—"
The disciples off-screen also looked like they were questioning the meaning of life.
"Oh no, I'm blind."
"It's like a small knife pulling out a big hole; I've really opened my eyes."
"Wait a minute??? What's going on here? Can't you come up with something more mortal?"
The conversation of a few people attracted the attention of others, and some people came to the projection stone of the Nameless Family.
Upon seeing the above scene, they all wore expressions that left them speechless.
"What's wrong with the nameless family? Why do they all have that expression?"
"Let's go take a look."
And so the word spread, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, until the projection stone of the nameless family was unusually crowded.
Bu Xiuwei wept bitterly, "I'm not clean anymore, I'm not clean anymore..."
Xun Liu was also in great pain, but seeing that Bu Xiuwei was even more disheveled than her, her mood was subtly balanced.
“Now you know how hard it is for women to be pregnant,” Xunliu said. “You should experience it for yourself and see if you still dare to say that childbirth is painful.”
Before he cultivated, he was very arrogant, believing that as a cultivator, having children would be as easy as drinking water.
"I was wrong, Mother. I will definitely take good care of you when I get back..."
Yun Fuzhao: "..."
Why didn't you have one?
The woman stared at her. "Why don't you have any!"
"My hair has split ends, so I can't have children."
Yun Fuzhao knew she couldn't continue any longer. She immediately stepped forward, swiftly taking the woman hostage, her Tai'a sword held against her neck. "How do we break this?"
The woman suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, "There is no way to break this! There isn't! You all must experience the same pain I've gone through!"
She smiled, but two streams of blood-red tears slid down her cheeks.
Yun Fuzhao hardened his heart and slit her throat.
But she discovered that Tai'a had passed through her body.
Sure enough, she was a ghost too.
The silent velvet cloth suddenly began to move again, and the cries of a baby could be heard from within.
The woman picked up her child again.
Yun Fuzhao heard her softly humming a lullaby, "Oars, oars, I can't see them, there's no sail on the boat, drifting, drifting, drifting towards the Western Heaven~"
Accompanied by songs, there was also the faint sound of bells.
Yun Fuzhao felt the name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place it.
The woman's expression was gentle. "Our little girl must live to be a hundred years old."
Live to be a hundred years old...
Yun Fuzhao had a sudden flash of inspiration: when he changed clothes earlier, the pigs in the pigpen were wearing longevity locks around their necks.
Could the solution lie within them?
Yun Fuzhao knew she couldn't let Yu Zhiyue and the others continue. Her expression was serious. She glanced around and noticed that the guests were looking dazed and making low, muffled sounds, as if something was blocking their throats.
The woman's heart and soul were only for her daughter.
Yun Fuzhao quietly took a step back, observing the woman's expression; her movements did not attract her attention.
She immediately took off running.
The woman then realized what was happening and screamed, "Grab her! Grab her!"
Yun Fuzhao looked back and saw that the guests were chasing after her like madmen.
She urged the Bloodthirsty Lotus to try and stop them, but unfortunately, its roots also passed through their bodies.
Yun Fuzhao was no match for the ghost, and just as she was pondering a solution, Shang Ji beside her spoke up again: "Do you need my help?"
Is he really that kind?
Seemingly sensing Yun Fuzhao's doubts, Shang Ji smiled and said, "Of course I won't do a losing deal. I'll help you, but you have to take me out."
Yun Fuzhao hesitated. Would taking him out cause trouble?
Shang Ji kindly reminded him, "They're catching up."
Turning around, she saw a guest standing in front of her. Yun Fuzhao raised her Tai'a sword and swung it at him.
The guests, however, only had their figures move slightly; otherwise, they were not affected at all.
Seeing him lunge at her, Yun Fuzhao didn't care about anything else and said to Shang Ji, "I promise you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Ji immediately made his move and easily grabbed the guest by the neck.
Yun Fuzhao didn't linger and ran towards that place without stopping.
Soon, she arrived at the pigsty.
Yun Fuzhao quickly pulled off the longevity locks from their necks. Before leaving, she subconsciously looked towards the last room, which was empty and deserted.
She sighed and returned the way she came.
In just a short while, he had dealt with all the guests.
They lay sprawled on the ground.
"Am I capable or not, hmm? Say something."
"..."
What a bizarre competitive spirit! Yun Fuzhao replied dismissively, "Fine, fine."
Shang Ji's lips curled up in satisfaction. "What are you holding in your hand?"
"Longevity Lock".
When Yun Fuzhao returned to the main hall, those people were in so much pain that they couldn't move.
She saw something kicking and thrashing inside Yuchi Gong's stomach, as if it were about to burst out of his belly at any moment.
Yun Fuzhao took out a longevity lock and tied it around his neck.
The woman stared at her without saying a word.
Soon, Yuchi Gong's stomach deflated.
Yun Fuzhao breathed a sigh of relief and, following the same pattern, tied them up one by one.
Yuchi Gong was drenched in sweat. He sat up as if he had just escaped death, touched his flat stomach, and then burst into tears, "That scared the hell out of me..."
Yun Fuzhao helped Yu Zhiyue up, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Master."
"Heh," the woman sneered, "You're something else."
Just then, the baby in her arms started crying again, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, Mommy’s here. They can’t hurt you…”
The fact that the surrounding scenery hadn't disappeared meant they hadn't truly cleared the level yet.
Yun Fuzhao looked at the child in the woman's arms; perhaps the solution truly lay in this child.
“Your child is adorable,” Yun Fuzhao said with a smile, “May I hold her?”
The woman looked at her warily, clutching the baby tightly in her arms. "I won't believe your nonsense! You want to kill her! You all want to kill my child!"
Fu Qiuling realized Yun Fuzhao's idea. She stepped forward and said gently, "We won't hurt her. What's her name?"
“Nannan. No, no,” the woman clutched her head in pain, her eyes wide with terror, “Zaozao…”
She looked somewhat confused. "Could it be Tian Tian?"