Chapter 125: Star Deserves A Beating, Fool Suiyang
“Ouch, stop, stop it, don’t hit me, I surrender!”
Amid the three women’s panicked beating, A Xing hugged her head and begged for mercy, her mobile phone fell at her feet, the screen emitting a faint green glow.
However, the three women were clearly terrified, unable to hear what A Xing was shouting amid bursts of screams, just closing their eyes and wildly attacking.
“Alright, alright, stop now, if you keep hitting, A Xing will be beaten to death by you.” Meng Huaifeng hurriedly pulled the three apart.
“Huh? What, she’s not a ghost?” March 7th panted heavily, her heart pounding fiercely, not from intense exercise, but from fear.
“The feel is quite like a person’s.” Sushang stopped upon hearing Meng Huaifeng, retreated a few steps, but still held her sword warily and fearfully watching A Xing.
The three retreated far away, revealing A Xing with a bruised and swollen face.
Meng Huaifeng summoned Jing Yuan to possess him, Cloud Chant Technique: Healing sprinkled over A Xing’s body.
“Out of nowhere, why scare them?” Meng Huaifeng said speechlessly while treating her.
“Fun…” A Xing looked at Meng Huaifeng pitifully, saying weakly.
“Then you deserve the beating.” Meng Huaifeng rolled his eyes at A Xing; earlier he had almost drawn his gun to stab too.
“I thought they would be scared off.” A Xing pouted.
Horror movies clearly show it like this: when a ghost appears, they either run scared or freeze in terror.
Why did it turn into a fat beating for her?
“Ordinary people would be scared off; do you think Little March and the others are ordinary? If there was no specific target it might be fine, but you stood right in front of them blatantly—who wouldn’t hit you? Moreover, in extreme fear, they burst out with extraordinary potential.”
Meng Huaifeng pinched A Xing’s little face, looked left and right—hmm, aside from being a bit blackened by Gui Naifen’s firecracker and those few blood marks, it was already healed, no problem.
Luckily A Xing had tough skin and flesh, and was a Preservation pathfinder, otherwise it wouldn’t have been just superficial wounds.
Meng Huaifeng wiped a blood mark from the corner of A Xing’s eye with his finger and sniffed: “Tomato sauce?”
“Hehe.” A Xing grinned foolishly, also wiped some with her finger, then stuck it in her mouth.
“So that’s what you were sneakily doing in front earlier.” Meng Huaifeng was speechless.
Indeed, people only avoid hardship, tiredness, dirtiness, and have explosive IQ when doing bad deeds.
Listening to their conversation, March 7th finally understood—where was any ghost?
It was just A Xing playing tricks!
“Bad A Xing, you scared this lady to death! I’m furious, die for this lady!” March 7th marched over menacingly, reached out her little hand, and viciously twisted A Xing’s waist.
“Ow!” A Xing yelped, twisted her waist free from March 7th’s clutches, hid behind Meng Huaifeng’s other side, and said cautiously: “You’ve already beaten me, we’re even.”
“No way! You have to give us a sincere apology and deeply reflect on your mistakes!” March 7th pouted.
“What counts as sincere?”
“An apology naturally has to be…” Before Meng Huaifeng finished, March 7th interrupted.
“Figure it out yourself, otherwise how can it be sincere? No less than 100 words, or I’ll tell Sister Himeko you bullied me.”
“Ah?” A Xing’s little face fell, but she didn’t regret it!
Because it was too fun!
“Also, Little Guizi’s promised reward—your share is gone, as our fright fee.” March 7th said.
“No way! I… I did this to provide live broadcast effects for Little Guizi, yes, that’s it, so you can’t treat me like this. Apology is fine, but don’t deduct my reward!” A Xing paused, then grew more righteous.
Meng Huaifeng and March 7th looked at Gui Naifen; Gui Naifen looked at the live broadcast room, her fearful expression quickly vanishing, replaced by extreme excitement.
“Really, just now I got so many tips, over a million credits in a moment!”
A Xing proudly puffed her chest—this was all my achievement!
“Then… fine, the reward is still yours.” March 7th said reluctantly. A Xing got off easy.
A Xing beamed with joy.
“Whoosh!”
Another ghost fire slammed into A Xing, scattering apart.
Miraculously, after a while it regrouped, then slammed into Gui Naifen, finally disappearing completely.
“There are so many ghost fires here; let’s hurry and go.” March 7th said.
After A Xing’s scare, March 7th felt her fright threshold had risen a lot, not so easily scared now.
“By the way, was there wind earlier?” Meng Huaifeng asked.
“Didn’t notice, sigh, maybe? The ghost fires floated over.” March 7th said uncertainly.
A Xing frowned slightly; that ghost fire hit earlier felt different from before, like a strange sensation, but it disappeared before she could feel it fully.
After walking a bit more, Gui Naifen suddenly said: “Family, I just remembered a place that might have the legendary ghost.”
“Little Guizi, why didn’t you say so earlier? We’ve been wandering aimlessly for so long.” Sushang complained mildly.
“I just remembered.” Gui Naifen smiled embarrassedly.
“If we don’t encounter a ghost this time, let’s go back; it’s very late, staying up will ruin the skin.” March 7th said.
Meng Huaifeng looked at Gui Naifen and frowned slightly; as the second closest to Gui Naifen on site, he felt she was acting a bit off.
As for why the closest to Gui Naifen didn’t notice, do you expect Li Datou to have that IQ?
“Then let’s go, lead the way.” Meng Huaifeng walked beside Gui Naifen, separating her from the others.
A Xing had been demoted by March 7th to the rear as rear guard.
“Follow me.” Gui Naifen took the lead ahead.
Passing through a dim garden, Gui Naifen suddenly stopped, tiptoed to the wall, and sneakily peeked out.
Infected by Gui Naifen, March 7th whispered: “What’s up?”
“Shh.”
Gui Naifen turned with a silencing gesture, whispering regretfully: “It’s people from the Ten Lords’ Commission, sigh. I told you there were ghosts here—why else would Ten Lords’ Commission people come? Too bad, one step late.”
“Ten Lords’ Commission? I know their Judge; let me see.” March 7th’s eyes lit up, wanting to go peek too.
Meng Huaifeng stepped forward first, separating Gui Naifen and March 7th.
“As expected of Nameless, well-informed with wide connections—even knowing the Ten Lords’ Commission’s Judge. So our spirit exploration can continue? Since you know them, can you ask to let us pass and live broadcast real ghosts?” Gui Naifen said.
“Can try.” March 7th agreed.
Meng Huaifeng said to Gui Naifen: “But before getting Ten Lords’ Commission permission, better turn off the live broadcast first. Little Guizi, you don’t want to accidentally broadcast something unbroadcastable and get in trouble with officials, right?”
“You’re right, turn it off then.” Gui Naifen shut off the live broadcast without hesitation.
Meng Huaifeng smiled faintly; Little Guizi must be anxious to cry soon.
Still, shouldn’t live broadcast recklessly before permission.
Little Guizi, don’t worry—we may have no way against Suiyang, but the solution is right here.
Meng Huaifeng pulled Gui Naifen out from behind the wall.
“Who goes there?”
The Ten Lords’ Commission’s Netherworld Martial Officers all turned to look at Meng Huaifeng and them.
“Eh?” March 7th widened her eyes, looking at Meng Huaifeng in horror.
“Eh? Nothing?” After a moment, March 7th said puzzled.
“Nothing what?” Meng Huaifeng tilted his head, looking strangely at March 7th.
“I mean… they said that line, why no reaction?”
“What line? Did they say anything?” Meng Huaifeng asked puzzled.
“That line!” March 7th said urgently.
“Exactly which line?” Meng Huaifeng frowned.
“It’s… it’s…” March 7th gritted her teeth and stamped: “Who goes there?”
“What did you say?” Meng Huaifeng’s brow furrowed deeper.
March 7th gaped: “Huaifeng, you… you didn’t lose your memory, did you?”
“Impossible, I’m fine—why would I lose memory?” Meng Huaifeng shook his head.
“Then why don’t you know ‘who goes there’?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Argh! A Xing!” March 7th anxiously pulled A Xing over; the two stood side by side.
“This one! Since you sincerely asked.”
March 7th condensed an ice rose with Six Phases Ice.
A Xing instantly perked up: “Then out of great mercy, I’ll tell you!”
“To prevent world destruction.”
“To protect world peace.”
“Carrying out love and true justice.”
“The cute and charming righteous character.”
“A Xing.”
“Meng Huaifeng.”
“We are Nameless traversing the galaxy.”
“White hole, a white tomorrow awaits us!”
Hearing March 7th and A Xing, the approaching Netherworld Martial Officers all lowered their weapons.
“So it’s the Stellar Train’s Nameless—our apologies, why are you distinguished guests here?” A Golden Soul Reaper said respectfully.
“Ahem, I’m Meng Huaifeng; this is March 7th.” Meng Huaifeng corrected first, then said: “Heard this is the Xianzhou’s Supernatural Holy Land, so came with friends for spirit exploration for fun on a whim—hope we didn’t disturb you? Which Judge is here?”
“Not at all; I’ll notify the Judge now.” The Golden Soul Reaper said.
March 7th’s pretty face flushed red, but she still asked Meng Huaifeng concernedly: “This one—remember now?”
“Oh, this? Of course I didn’t forget, but I put a protection on myself—that phrase auto-filters; I can’t hear it unless I remove the protection.” Meng Huaifeng laughed.
“That’s how; as long as no memory loss, no more worrying.” March 7th sighed in relief.
“But Little March was very cute earlier; I recorded it.” Meng Huaifeng patted March 7th’s head; his eyes were cameras—anything he saw could be fully saved in the Mobile Phone Martial Spirit.
“Ah? Forget it for this lady!” March 7th instantly turned into a steam engine.
“Hey, not done yet—one more to finish!” A Xing held the pose, somewhat dissatisfied—no one to finish made her uncomfortable.
Meng Huaifeng and March 7th ignored her; A Xing deflated, pursed lips with puffed cheeks, retracting the pose like a little pufferfish.
Han Ya and Huo Huo approached from afar; one pale as a ghost, the other tail like ghost fire—Sushang fearfully hid at the rear.
“Han Ya, Huo Huo!” March 7th waved enthusiastically.
“Didn’t expect to see you, but it’s not safe here now—let us escort you out first. Hmm, maybe not unsafe for you; perhaps you can’t handle them, but they can’t hurt you either.” Han Ya said calmly.
“Not safe? Because of ghosts?” March 7th asked curiously.
“March 7th sister, there are no ghosts in this world—it’s Suiyang; believe in science.” Huo Huo said weakly.
“Really Suiyang.” March 7th said, relaxed yet disappointed.
“Suiyang really isn’t your Xianzhou term for ghosts? Can’t touch with normal methods, can possess.” A Xing rubbed her chin.
“Really not; ghosts in the usual sense are what people turn into after death, while Suiyang is a cosmic species.” Huo Huo explained.
Gui Naifen curiously looked around, unknowingly arriving behind Han Ya.
Meng Huaifeng suddenly appeared behind Gui Naifen, grabbing her hand reaching for the gourd on Han Ya’s back, smiling ambiguously: “What do you want?”
“Hehe, curious, just curious. What’s this gourd for?” Gui Naifen smiled.
“Huo Huo, Little Guizi should be Suiyang possessed; trouble you to force the Suiyang out of her and seal it.” Meng Huaifeng said to Huo Huo.
“Don’t joke; I am Little Guizi.” Gui Naifen said innocently.
“Ah? Little Guizi Suiyang possessed? When?” March 7th exclaimed in shock.
“Probably the second ghost fire float-over; that wasn’t ghost fire, but Suiyang.” Meng Huaifeng said. Ghost fire and Suiyang looked too similar if Suiyang didn’t speak.
“Little Guizi, do you remember what comes after ‘a word spoken’?” Sushang asked incredulously.
“Of course ‘four horses hard to chase.'” Gui Naifen said.
“Wah, I clearly taught you ‘live horse hard to chase’; I told you that idiom is unreasonable—dead horse can’t be chased anyway, so it should be live horse, yet you say dead horse hard to chase—you’re fake! Give me back Little Guizi!” Sushang tearfully raged, Xuanyuan Sword in hand wanting to slash but dared not.
Gui Naifen had black lines on her face—how is having culture my fault?
“Hmph, since you’ve seen through me, no more pretending. But how did you discover me?” ‘Gui Naifen’ looked at Meng Huaifeng.
“Little Guizi is a streamer, never at a loss for words—can follow anything, or ramble if no topic. But you’ve been too silent all the way, and you shut off the live broadcast too decisively.” Meng Huaifeng said.
“Wait, did you possess me too?” A Xing scratched her head belatedly.
“Yes, but your strength is too great; I couldn’t control you, so chose this little weakling. Indeed weak—can’t even steal the sealing gourd properly; now trouble.” ‘Gui Naifen’ sighed.
“Why not say your acting sucked and got exposed so fast.” Meng Huaifeng said disdainfully.
Huo Huo took out a spirit talisman, pasting toward ‘Gui Naifen’; ‘Gui Naifen’ was held by Meng Huaifeng, unable to break free.
“Hmph, want to seal me? Not that easy. Daring to touch me closely is your biggest mistake.” ‘Gui Naifen’ sneered, ghost fire emanating from her body, extending along their hands toward Meng Huaifeng.
“Huaifeng!” March 7th cried out.
“Don’t worry; just testing if my method works.” Meng Huaifeng said calmly. Worst case, still Han Ya and Huo Huo.
In a blink, the ghost fire fully spread over Meng Huaifeng.
“How’s it feel?” March 7th asked nervously.
“Fine, everything under control.” Meng Huaifeng chuckled lightly.
“Damn! What is this? Your strength isn’t much!” Suiyang’s furious voice came from inside Meng Huaifeng.
“Firewall, ever heard of it?” Meng Huaifeng said. Having offended Huanlong, he researched anti-possession methods—like building a firewall on his mind, computer-style.
Mental protection hard for others, but for Meng Huaifeng’s Aether Editing, easier than affecting reality.
Seems very effective now.
Without this firewall, this Suiyang couldn’t fully control him but could influence actions.
“I’m not fire!” Suiyang said.
“Close enough, close enough.” Meng Huaifeng dismissed: “Next, try my antivirus software. Huo Huo, ready.”
“Okay.” Huo Huo held a Spirit Sealing Talisman, poised.
Countless messy data streams crashed toward Suiyang.
“What is this…”
Meng Huaifeng flung his hand, hurling out a ghost fire; Huo Huo immediately pasted the Spirit Sealing Talisman on it.
“Youngsters lack martial virtue, rat tail juice. I was careless, didn’t dodge. Practice time two and a half years, good at singing dancing rap. Ollie give! I bet your gun has no bullets. Second Company Commander, where’s my Italian cannon…” The sealed Suiyang babbled nonsense on site in strange tones.
“Uh… what’s with this guy?” Tail leaned near the sealed Suiyang, asking oddly.
“Seems… turned dumb; Huaifeng, what did you do?” March 7th asked Meng Huaifeng.
“Just stuffed thousands of G of ghostbeast videos into it instantly.” Meng Huaifeng said somewhat embarrassed; first time using this, didn’t expect this.
“Terrifying; I admire few people—you’re one now. Don’t use this on me.” Tail’s ghost fire shivered.
“Rest assured, we’re friends—how could I?” Meng Huaifeng said.
“Then I’m relieved.” Tail sighed in relief.
“Will it stay like this forever?” Huo Huo looked at this Suiyang somewhat pitifully.
“Hey, little scaredy-cat, put away your sympathy—forget how you ended up like this? It’s temporary; after years or decades digesting this mess, should recover.” Tail guessed.
“How did Huo Huo end up like this?” March 7th asked curiously.
“When I was little, in a corner of Luofu I saw a dying clump of fire; heart softened, put it on my tail… then… didn’t expect Tail Grandpa to want to eat me! Lucky Judges arrived timely, I escaped.” Huo Huo said full of regret.
“Wait, even if not Suiyang, just normal fire—you can’t put it on your tail? So much fur, not afraid it’d burn?” March 7th asked incredulously.
How could someone be even dumber than me?
“I… don’t know what I was thinking then; the tears I shed regretting these years must be the water that got in my head when deciding…” Huo Huo choked up.
