Chapter 93: Big Brother, I Am That Pig
After finishing these, although I felt sleepy, I dared not sleep.
Moreover, I discovered that no matter how I used my spiritual power to expel the alcoholic qi from my body, it had no effect at all.
With no other option, I had to use my unyielding mysterious power to bring myself to a state of pleasurable excitement to stay awake.
It’s not that Big Brother didn’t want to sleep, but if I also fell asleep, and something happened, all seven of us would be unable to defend ourselves.
Although I had set up restrictions, I didn’t know if the shopkeeper would have any special means. Big Brother had to guard against this.
With nothing to do, I went down to the first floor, ordered a cup of tea, and cautiously observed the shopkeeper and the waiter.
The shopkeeper’s expression faltered for a moment upon seeing this, then he seemed to relax,
“Heh heh, hero, hero, were you perhaps bewitched by that tiger? No wonder. That tiger, upon seeing a weakling, eats them on the spot. If it sees someone as capable as you, it often pretends to be pitiful and twists the facts, making itself seem like me and me seem like itself to confuse people.
To be honest, several righteous individuals were once deceived by it.
In the mortal world, there’s an old saying, ‘to act as a ghoul for a tiger,’ which refers to its kind of monsters.
Legends say that people eaten by tigers, after death, become ghouls, specifically luring people to be eaten by tigers. This is a metaphor for helping wicked people do evil, acting as their accomplice.
And this tiger, having already become a spirit, absorbed and refined the ghouls into its body, acquiring the ghoul’s ability for eloquent speech and skillful means to confuse others.
I believe, hero, you must have been deceived by this tiger. It wants to use you to kill me, and after you kill me, it will eat you!”
Hearing this, I was no longer as angry as before. Instead, with a smile, I calmly listened, making no statement.
At this moment, Big Brother suddenly felt that after drinking, I had lost my reason, believing rumors and acting rashly.
Why should I take someone’s story as truth? Whether the shopkeeper is right or the tiger is right, it actually has nothing to do with me.
They aren’t in a never-die, never-rest situation, and Big Brother here is acting like a complete fool.
Getting emotional, I went to fight the tiger, and then the tiger’s words persuaded me to return.
This feeling is like a monkey in an acrobatics troupe being bossed around.
Damn it! Regarding acting chivalrously and righteously, how could I be so impulsive before understanding the whole story?
What if I attacked the wrong person? Wouldn’t I be used as a pawn?
I remember when I was seventeen or eighteen, in my twenties, Big Brother was still a mortal and had suffered such a loss before.
I was drinking with good friends, and fueled by alcohol, they complained about being bullied by someone. In my youthful arrogance, I couldn’t listen to any explanations and, being extremely angry, wanted to get justice for my friend. Fueled by alcohol, I went to confront that person.
This is just great. Only after sobering up did I realize it wasn’t like that at all.
It’s like when gods speak, they have their reasons, and when ghosts speak, they have their predicaments. Damn it, it all sounds plausible. In the end, Big Brother was the idiot.
Seeing that I only smiled and said nothing, the tavern owner gave a sheepish smile and asked me to sit for a while, then went to the back room to busy himself with something.
Although my unyielding mysterious power is magical, it cannot be maintained indefinitely. To prevent Big Brother from falling asleep unknowingly, I decided to feign sleep and see what this shopkeeper was up to.
I intentionally swayed for a while, then fell face-first onto the table, and soon I started snoring.
My spiritual power enveloped my entire body, perceiving everything around me.
Half an hour later, the tavern owner came out to check if I was sound asleep. He patted me and tentatively asked:
“Hero? Hero, wake up and go sleep upstairs. Don’t catch a cold here.”
I pretended not to know, remaining motionless.
After the shopkeeper called me a few more times, he secretly gave a look to the waiter. The waiter left and returned shortly after.
Behind him followed a tiger-headed strongman.
Upon entering the tavern, the tiger-headed strongman burst into laughter.
“Hahaha! Well done. After I, this immortal, eat these cultivators, my strength will surely advance by leaps and bounds. You will be rewarded handsomely! Hahaha.”
The tiger-headed strongman said this to the tavern owner while laughing.
Hearing this, the shopkeeper’s face lit up with joy. He quickly bowed, his face full of flattery: “Haha, to be of service to you, sir, is my lifelong fortune. I dare not ask for anything else.”
Hearing this, I thought, no wonder I felt something was off. It turns out these two scoundrels are in cahoots!
It was then that I realized the shopkeeper said his name was Hu Renchang. Hu is a homophone for tiger, and Renchang means people grow long, and people growing long (ghoul) is a reference to a ghoul. This scoundrel is something that became a ghoul after being eaten by a tiger, helping the tiger confuse people! Damn it!
Logically, if this were an ordinary ghoul in the mortal world, I would have recognized it at a glance. But this is the Heavenly Realm. Whether it’s a monster or a ghoul, influenced by this environment rich in spiritual energy, it doesn’t have any demonic or ghostly aura, but instead emits a faint immortal qi.
This is outrageous! It’s like a wicked person who has been repackaged; it’s hard to distinguish them from their appearance alone.
I recall in Journey to the West, the mount of Bodhisattva Manjushri, the Nine-Headed Lion, was covered in Buddha’s Light, to the extent that Monkey King’s Fiery Golden Eyes couldn’t discern its true form.
I didn’t expect this. I really didn’t expect it.
After thinking about these things, Big Brother did not rush to attack. Instead, he waited to see how these things would try to eat him. After they relaxed their vigilance, Big Brother would suddenly strike and give them a surprise they wouldn’t anticipate, hmph!
Hu Renchang ordered the waiter to carry me to the back room. This back room wasn’t a kitchen at all! It was like a bathhouse.
The waiter first stripped off my clothes, threw me into a pool to soak for a while, then placed me on a bed, applied milk, red wine, salt, and other things, scrubbing my front and then my back.
He even poked around my head, mumbling, “Oh dear, this guy looks thin when dressed, but he’s quite meaty when undressed. Oh, today Master Tiger has good food for drinking, maybe if I’m happy, I’ll get a taste too.”
Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my spine. Thinking back to the mortal world, many people enjoyed eating meat. I never expected that in the Heavenly Realm, these beasts would be so perverted, wanting to eat cultivators, and even use me as an appetizer.
At this moment, I truly began to dislike people who enjoy eating other living beings for pleasure. Even though Big Brother himself had done so before, from this moment on, I must not eat indiscriminately. This is too ridiculous.
After the waiter finished cleaning me, he began to apply foam and started shaving my body hair from top to bottom.
To be honest, I could barely hold back. I really wanted to get up and slap him twice, then give him a professional “electric shock” massage.
Damn it! No wonder when I used to go to bathhouses for a scrub, the attendants would talk among themselves about how many heads they had scrubbed that day.
This is exactly like the feeling of de-feathering a pig, and Big Brother here is that pig. Damn you!
