Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 969 - 965: Infected by the Resentful Spirit! (Second Update)
The Little Paperman’s eyes twirled as it watched the person turn Dragon Spirit’s bed into a mess, and then restore it to its original state.
Next, the person began rummaging through other places.
This makeshift tent wasn’t large to begin with, and it was temporary, so there wasn’t much inside.
The person soon finished searching the entire tent, but it was clear they hadn’t found anything.
Angry, they kicked the small wooden table nearby.
The Little Paperman stuck under the table: ...
Wasn’t this an inadvertent injury? The Little Paperman was immediately displeased. The thief didn’t find anything and dared to throw a tantrum!
Did they think the Little Paperman had no temper? No way, it needed to teach this person a lesson!
The Little Paperman started to move its body bit by bit, without making any noise, slowly advancing to the person’s back.
Then it revealed a sinister smile unique to villains: Heh heh, mess with it, and prepare to die!
The Little Paperman raised its tiny, delicate palm and slapped hard.
In the silent surroundings, a crisp crack and a pig-like scream echoed simultaneously.
The Little Paperman let out a breath, and a gust of wind rose inside the tent, lifting the door curtain.
"Kekeke..."
The Little Paperman’s babyish voice, combined with the trademark villain sound.
The man who came to steal, whose leg had been broken, was scared unconscious on the spot.
The Little Paperman: ...
Really? Are people these days so timid? It hadn’t even played out one-tenth of its imagined dark night madman’s role.
The Little Paperman flew up, landing its foot right on the man’s face: "Hey, wake up!"
The man showed no reaction, and if there had been light in the tent, it would have revealed his terribly pale face.
The Little Paperman gave him a few more kicks, but there was still no response.
"What a waste!"
The Little Paperman reached out, grabbing the collar from the man’s neck, effortlessly lifting him and throwing him outside.
Anyway, there were already passed-out night watchers before. Now, the Little Paperman tossed him out, pretending he had fainted outside beforehand.
He was just unlucky; he hadn’t been found before and treated in time.
As for his broken leg, it certainly seemed he had the bad luck to break it himself.
To be considerate, the Little Paperman fetched a stone, placing it by the man’s side.
Upon seeing it at first glance, anyone would think he broke his leg himself.
After checking the tent and ensuring no traces were left behind, the Little Paperman clapped its hands.
"Hm, perfect!"
Having done all this, the Little Paperman returned to the tent.
However, upon entering, it felt that something was amiss.
The previous thief was also inside the tent, and his presence masked another aura, which the Little Paperman had overlooked.
The Little Paperman slowly approached Dragon Spirit’s bed.
A tiny bug, invisible to the naked eye, lay on Dragon Spirit’s bed. Unless one looked closely, who could notice such a tiny bug?
"Well, the thief not only came to steal but also left other things!"
The bug appeared dead. The Little Paperman reached out to touch it, but the bug showed no reaction.
Thinking for a moment, the Little Paperman’s palm suddenly emitted a small Heavenly Thunder Flower.
It didn’t care what kind of bug this was, or whether it was dangerous. Getting rid of it was the first choice.
When the Heavenly Thunder fell on the tiny bug, a cloud of black gas hurriedly rushed out from it.
The black gas headed straight for the Little Paperman’s face, as if intending to harm it.
Yet, the Little Paperman remained calm, its entire body seemingly electrified.
When the black gas sensed something was wrong, it was too late; it crashed into the Electric Flower on the Little Paperman’s body. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚
Sizzling sounds echoed, and the small black gas vanished without a trace in an instant.
Meanwhile, the tiny bug on the bed turned to ash, and a gentle blow from the Little Paperman scattered the last bit of ash.
Having done this, the Little Paperman let out a proud snort: "Hmph, where I am, all evil spirits can just forget it!"
At the same time.
Among the group trapped with Dragon Spirit in the circle of mist, someone suddenly coughed up blood.
The sound of blood and its scent broke the previously calm standoff.
The Resentful Spirit Two-headed Snake, which had been staring intently at Dragon Spirit and the others, seemed to be provoked.
It immediately launched an attack on those it had trapped.
"Watch out!"
"Ah! My hand!"
’Puchi!’ was the sound of flesh being sliced, blood spraying everywhere.
The smell of blood became even more intense.
Several people were injured by the Two-headed Resentful Spirit Snake.
"Help me!"
"Ah..."
Until the Two-headed Resentful Spirit Snake charged at Dragon Spirit, ready to swallow him whole.
Dragon Spirit effortlessly grabbed the snake’s vital point.
Using the other hand, Dragon Spirit slapped the snake’s two heads back and forth, giving each over a dozen slaps.
Only when the snake was dazed did the assault stop.
The mist around them gradually dissipated.
The group finally saw what had attacked them—it was a snake formed from black mist.
There were around a dozen of them, but more than half were injured.
"Hiss! Was this the creature that bit me before?"
The person clutched their arm, glaring at the Two-headed Resentful Spirit Snake, wishing they could slap it like Dragon Spirit had.
They thought capturing the resentful spirit meant their task was complete.
But as they tended to the wounded’s injuries, cries of alarm rang out again.
"This wound!!!"
Everyone’s attention was drawn to the exclamation.
The once bright red wound had turned jet black, with a faint black mist similar to that of the Two-headed Resentful Spirit Snake emanating from it.
"What’s going on!"
"Quick, bring the medicine!"
Soon, the entire arm of the person was blackened, looking as if it had been stained.
This was the work of resentful spirit infection!
Those with minor wounds felt increasing unease in their hearts.
As they thought about it, their wounds also began to emit a thin black mist.
