Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 264 - 166: Sequence Seven, No More Than a Pawn...
"Round Ears shouldn't go, the power of the violin is too great, it's not suitable.
"Instead, Big Ears, take the Sheep Head Guitar and go. That will suffice."
...
In the dreamscape.
Yang Zhan buried his head very, very low.
Beside him, the Ancient Immortal embraced Su Baitao, using his own forehead to press against Su Baitao's forehead.
Under the Ancient Immortal's forehead, veins like roots, like small snakes, grew, climbed, and wound out, plunging into Su Baitao's forehead, and deep inside her brain!
"Concentrate, connect my mind with your mind.
"I will harness the power of this entire dreamscape, perhaps it can help you find a way back to your body.
"Focus, concentrate more!"
The Ancient Immortal spoke in a low voice while holding Su Baitao tightly.
Which made Yang Zhan's face even more contorted!
Su Baitao, however, was oblivious to the Ancient Immortal's hands and embrace, oblivious to her son beside them, only her face filled with fear, her heart anxious, and just one question... What exactly would the Alchemist do to her body?
...
In the present, amidst the white fog, a few foxes emerged.
Black Claw leapt onto the dining table, clutching the Conductor's Baton.
Big Ears jumped onto the back of Su Baitao's chair, aiming the beast's mouth of the Sheep Head Guitar at Su Baitao's ear.
The Conductor's Baton waved gently, and Big Ears began to sing solo.
"Eee ooo~
"Eee ooo~"
The sound was very soft, entering Su Baitao's ears as if a hypnotic nocturne.
But Su Baitao's brow instinctively furrowed, her face beginning to twist!
Her brain was being affected by this peculiar melody, physiological indicators increasingly odd, brainwaves increasingly strange!
Gradually, the Fox's Intimidating Song reached the chorus.
Big Ears gently plucked the guitar strings...
Buzz~~
Sound waves entered her ears!
...
In the dreamscape.
The Ancient Immortal held Su Baitao, foreheads connected, veins intertwined!
His eyes gleamed!
"Found it!
"There's a faint connection!"
At that moment, a "buzz" sounded simultaneously in his and Su Baitao's ears, stirring their minds, disturbing their souls!
It was as if a hammer struck their brains, blood flowed from their eyes, they wobbled, baring teeth painfully, unable to stand firmly.
"What kind of Immortal Technique is this?!
"That Alchemist seems to want to open your mind, break through your mind's defenses?
"What is he trying to do?"
The Ancient Immortal held Su Baitao, both of them swaying like they were dancing. Yang Zhan hung his head low, glaring fiercely, his mouth corner already bitten to blood!
The Ancient Immortal endured the pain, closed his eyes, and sensed again.
"No... your mind's defenses have been breached, your mind is wide open before him!
"What is he going to do?
"Hold on a bit longer, we'll accelerate and send you back!"
...
In the private room of the Golden Emperor Hotel.
Black Gloves grabbed Su Baitao's hand, gathering the ten extra pinkies together.
White Claw held the Double-Bladed Grass Leaf Knife, measuring beside her.
This knife still held a wealth of pain.
"Eee?"
White Claw contemplated from this angle, cutting down would perfectly sever all the extra pinkies.
This wicked woman's mind had already been opened by the Intimidating Song, and another cut with the Double-Bladed Grass Leaf Knife should be incredibly painful, right?
White Claw sneered, brought the Grass Leaf Blade closer, and exerted force with its front paw.
Slash!
...
In the dreamscape, Su Baitao, held by the Ancient Immortal, suddenly straightened like a zombie, arms rigid, legs stiff, facial features distorted, blood and tears flowed from all seven orifices!
Bang!
The Ancient Immortal lifted his head sharply, severing the vein connection with Su Baitao, both of them experiencing blood and tears from their seven orifices, bodies stiff, groggy, unable to stand steadily.
He linked with Su Baitao's mind, sensing a fraction of Su Baitao's pain...
That was indescribable agony!
Pain!
It was simply too excruciating!
...
In the hotel private room.
A single cut, ten extra pinkies fell with a response.
Su Baitao's body sitting in the chair suddenly tensed! With a bang, she almost flipped the chair over and fell off!
Her face twisted like a demon's, blood and tears erupted from all her seven orifices!
In her skirt, she lost control, spraying yellow and white!
Turning the chiffon gown into a filthy mess!
The foxes hurriedly moved aside to avoid the stench, casting disdainful glances at this vile woman.
In the ears of Black Gloves, the master's final command echoed.
"Alright, now..."
...
In the dream, Su Baitao collapsed on the ground, her whole body stiff and drawn into a line, as if lying dead!
Yang Zhan beside her panicked.
"My mom, she..."
The Ancient Immortal wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and eyes, his face contorted.
Looking at Su Baitao on the ground.
"She's fine.
"On the contrary, she's doing quite well.
"That alchemist... helped her kick the addiction to transplanted fingers."
Yang Zhan stepped forward and removed his mother's gloves, indeed seeing that the extra transplanted fingers had all fallen off!
His mother's fair and slender hand had some round red wounds near the side of her palm, close to where the little finger used to be.
The Ancient Immortal pursed his lips, the meaning in his tone unclear.
"Hmph, is this help from your fellow humans?
"Helped her kick the addiction?
"Though, such a method is truly brutal!"
Yang Zhan lowered his head, his feelings also hard to decipher.
Previously when his mother got addicted, she asked the Ancient Immortal to help solve it... The Ancient Immortal merely removed his gloves to show her. His own hands had dozens of densely transplanted little fingers, looking both ugly and disgusting!
But now, the boss behind the scenes in West State, whom his mother wanted to frame, actually helped cure his mother's addiction?
This matter was too fantastical, Yang Zhan's head was spinning, hard to accept!
A moment later, Su Baitao calmed down, slowly curling into herself, trembling slightly, wiping away the bloody tears from the corner of her eye.
"I... I... sigh..."
She let out a sigh.
Her figure suddenly disappeared.
Back to reality she went.
...
In the private room, she opened her eyes, frowned, feeling a terrifying twisting pain in her head.
Seeing the students still drunk in delight, seeing her own disheveled skirt, seeing no trace of the mysterious alchemist's intervention in the room anymore.
She let out a bitter smile.
Took out her phone, leaving a message for the restaurant manager.
[Put this meal on my tab, take good care of the kids]
After speaking, she shakily got up, stumbling to the window, opened it, and jumped out!
Woosh!
Thud!
She landed, barely standing firm. Where she landed, behind the hotel, was a narrow alley, empty and deserted.
She gasped for air, leaned against the wall, limping as she spat out bloody froth from her mouth.
She looked at her hand supporting the wall... only five fingers!
She couldn't help but shed tears.
How great!
She's not a monster anymore!
No need to pinch off someone else's fingers, no need to falsely accuse others!
But...
"What is this?"
In her original little finger's nail, she saw a jade-green seed.
It was so green that, even through a layer of nail, it was clearly visible, could feel its vibrant lushness.
Right at this moment, the seed in her nail quickly rooted, burrowing into her flesh! It sprouted rapidly, emerging from her nail's seam!
It hurt!
But compared to before, it was really nothing.
She watched the sprout grow from her nail seam, unfold leaves, bloom into a mouth-shaped flower, and let out a voice!
"The death penalty can be spared, but the living penalty cannot be escaped!
"If you offend again, you will surely be punished without mercy!
"My boss said so!
"The damages for mental distress from false accusations, and the treatment fee for helping you, are all put on account first.
"Go back to Dongguo City, do what you must, no more mischief.
"When the day comes that you need to repay, I will notify you!"
After finishing speaking, the Big Mouth Flower that grew from her finger suddenly reversed growth, shrinking from a bloom to a bud, from a bud back to a tender sprout, the whole flower retracting into her nail seam, shrinking into a verdant seed, quietly residing in her nail.
As if nothing had ever happened, as if it was all her imagination, all just her illusion.
"Ha!"
A toy in the dream for the Ancient Immortal, a puppet for the alchemist in reality!
She let out a bitter smile, her smile full of irony and sarcasm.
"Ha!
"Sequence Seven, boss, overlord, sounds so mighty."
She looked at her filthy skirt, wiped her mouth's bloody froth again, the bloody tears from the corner of her eye, recalling that disgusting Ancient Immortal in the dream.
"But is it just like me?"
She shed tears, washing away the bloodstains at the corners of her eyes.
"Just a pawn after all."
