Chapter 99: The Bronze Box and the Selfie Stick

In the old alley north of the city, inside Yuqi Beauty Salon, Guan Qing leaned against the counter.

“Did you pass on the message?”

She tapped the jadeite pipe against the pear wood table, producing a series of sharp clicks.

“I did, Boss.” A Qi suddenly emerged from the shadow behind her. A black cat tail slipped out from under her sailor uniform and stood straight up, swaying left and right.

Guan Qing’s gaze swept over the neat row of locust flower honey behind the counter. She sighed. “That silly girl. She doesn’t even know she’s about to shed.”

She wasn’t actually angry that Bai Ling had been hiding for half a month. If not for the fact that shedding season was close, she would have been happy to let the silly girl run wild outside.

With her current abilities, rumor had it she could escape that old bastard at the Demon Suppression Bureau without a scratch.

As long as she didn’t move into the Demon Suppression Bureau, no one would discover her snake demon identity.

The girl wouldn’t be stupid enough to move into the Demon Suppression Bureau, right?

Right?

For some reason, thinking of the girl’s past behavior, Guan Qing suddenly felt a flicker of doubt.

Before she could dismiss it, she turned her head toward the horizon. As an ancient Qingluan, she caught a trace of demonic energy in the air, one so faint that even the Demon Suppression Bureau’s Hetu Module couldn’t accurately detect it.

That fluctuation… it was Bai Ling!

Somehow, the girl’s demonic power seemed to have grown again.

The fluctuation vanished in an instant. A Qi belatedly looked toward the direction it had come from.

“Boss, should I go take a look?”

“No. Let her handle it herself.” Guan Qing gave a soft laugh and turned back inside.

The Netherworld Society, huh?

Before Xiao Mochen, that idiot, left, he had specifically warned her that while he was gone, the Netherworld Society might reach into Lin’an. She hadn’t expected them to come so soon.

Whatever. Bai Ling would have to deal with those lunatics sooner or later. An early encounter was good. It would teach her to be more careful in the future.

As for her safety?

Guan Qing wasn’t worried at all.

Fate was funny sometimes. It always gave you a hint right before you faced a problem.

Just like how there was always supplies before a big battle, unlocking a new form was also giving you a key to solve the problem.

The bronze box traced a beautiful arc in Guan’er’s pupils. She didn’t know what was inside, but if those demon-looking guys had thrown it, it definitely wasn’t anything good.

The Green Dragon Crescent Moon selfie stick in her hand shot out with a whoosh, flying straight at the bronze box.

She hadn’t thrown it randomly. Guan’er had made careful calculations. Okay, she had roughly estimated. If the selfie stick flew out, it would hit the box’s trajectory and make it land on the lower lighting rig, instead of falling straight into the crowd.

Luckily, things went about as Guan’er had estimated. The bronze box veered off course after the selfie stick struck it and landed precariously on the lighting rig. The selfie stick stabbed into a gap in the rig.

Just as Guan’er let out a breath of relief, a cold wind brushed her neck. She instinctively dodged back. Three metal claws grazed her jaw, slicing the ends of the brown wig hanging by her neck into three pieces.

“Huff, huff.”

Guan’er, who had just escaped death, clutched her neck and gasped. If she hadn’t reacted fast, her neck would have been cut into three pieces too!

“That scared me to death!”

Guan’er scrambled to her feet and raised a fighting stance she had seen on TV.

If Bai Ling wasn’t good at bare-handed combat, then Guan’er simply didn’t know how to fight at all.

Even now, all she could do was rely on her limited spiritual power to strengthen her body and charge around. She had no technique whatsoever.

“Boohoo, I almost got it.” The short guy’s voice carried a sob, as if he had just suffered the greatest injustice.

“Weren’t you just laughing?” Guan’er knew she probably couldn’t beat him, but as a girl from the Sichuan-Chongqing area, she refused to let anyone win an argument. “Now you’re crying here. Are you split personality or something?”

Where were the other two?

While retorting, she searched for them with her ice-blue contacts. But in less than three seconds, the high ponytail woman and the short guy vanished into thin air.

It was as if the two had never existed.

But the short guy gave her no time to think. In the blink of an eye, he closed in and threw a punch at Guan’er’s collarbone.

Wait! A fist?

Shouldn’t he have been using some kind of metal claws?

Guan’er noticed something was wrong and instinctively rolled sideways in a clumsy donkey roll, barely stopping at the edge of the lighting rig beam.

Close one. She almost fell.

Looking at the shifting heads in the darkness below, Guan’er swallowed.

Then a burning pain shot from her shoulder up to her brain.

She looked back. The sorcerer cosplay costume had been torn open, revealing three bloody scratches on her shoulder. Red soaked into the fabric.

The short guy looked like he fought with fists, but his gloves or somewhere else had metal claws. When he punched, centrifugal force drove the claws out, catching opponents off guard.

After all, almost every opponent would think they were out of attack range. But those centrifugal-force claws punished anyone who thought that.

Sneaky.

The claws only appeared at the moment of attack. No one could judge their length, which meant no one could tell the guy’s true attack range.

“Hee hee, I didn’t cut it off after all.” The short guy’s voice rose with delight. Behind the round sunglasses under his round-crown felt hat, his eyes gleamed with cunning.

“It’s this dark and you’re wearing sunglasses. Can you really see?” Guan’er couldn’t resist needling him again. After so many life-and-death moments, she always needed something to ease her nerves, and mocking her opponent was a good choice.

“I can see just fine!” The short guy bounced around like a monkey, thrusting his metal claws punch after punch. “I’m a blind man! Of course I can see!”

Was this guy crazy?

Guan’er complained inwardly, because she had no time to open her mouth. Each punch from the short guy’s metal claws, she barely avoided her vitals, but they still left many wounds on her body.

Every counterattack she made was easily dodged. The guy really was as nimble as a monkey.

Could he be a monkey that had become a demon?

But Guan’er quickly dismissed the guess. From beginning to end, he hadn’t shown any demon-like abilities. He seemed human.

Seriously, what the hell? How could a human be this weird?

Crazy?

Oh. He did seem pretty crazy.

As they fought, the two moved back and forth on the lighting rig beam. Guan’er rolled back to dodge a metal claw thrust, then threw a punch in return.

The short guy seemed to have measured her arm length. He stepped back slightly and dodged her punch.

But…

Bang!

Something pale blue and white lashed across his face. It left a red mark and smashed the sunglasses on his nose to pieces.

“Yes!”

While the short guy was dazed, Guan’er quickly rolled to her feet, cheered herself on, and grabbed the Green Dragon Crescent Moon selfie stick. She rained blows on his head and face.

Yes. The Green Dragon Crescent Moon selfie stick.

Guan’er had been deliberately guiding the short guy’s attacks, luring him to this spot. The selfie stick was stuck in the beam under her feet. When she rolled to dodge, she grabbed it.

Then she caught him off guard with a strike across the face.

Even if the spirit-energy-enhanced selfie stick wasn’t as powerful as the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, it still hit like an eyebrow-height short staff. A solid smack to the face would daze anyone.

“Boohoo! Those were my favorite sunglasses!” The short guy suddenly burst into tears amid the flurry of selfie stick strikes, clutching his nose like a child whose favorite toy had been taken away.

Then he wiped away his snot and reached out to grab the selfie stick.

Guan’er felt as if the selfie stick had been clamped in an industrial vise. She couldn’t pull it out no matter how hard she tried.

“You owe me!” He shouted, then snapped the selfie stick in two with a surge of strength. The force sent Guan’er down onto her butt on the beam.

Uh-oh. He seemed angry…

“Um, hello?” A hand suddenly reached out from behind him, a finger poking his shoulder.

“Stop messing around! I’m angry!” The short guy shook the hand off his arm.

“Hello?” The hand poked his other shoulder.

“I said I’m angry!” The short guy turned around, furious.

Then he saw a smiling Bai Ling holding a bronze box, asking politely, “Excuse me, did you lose this?”

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