Chapter 17: The Vanishing of the Ominous Aura
“Activate the Underworld Performer System.”
[Employer, system activated for you!]
[The auction for the Nanshan Ghost King battle armor was successful. Final price: 8,000 merit points.]
[System detected two consecutive auctions. As a special reward, the employer is granted one possession by Tang Sanzang (Chatterbox Edition).]
[Would the employer like to use this?]
Yang Xuan accessed the possession character panel and noticed that Yanluo Bao Zheng still had a 12-hour cooldown, while Guan Yu, the Saint of War, had an even more absurd cooldown of 72 hours.
It seemed there was no choice left.
He reluctantly chose to possess Tang Sanzang (Chatterbox Edition).
“Possess!”
[System loading, preparing to possess the employer. Detected possession duration for Tang Sanzang (Chatterbox Edition): 30 minutes.]
[Ding~ Possession successful!]
As the possession success tone rang out, Yang Xuan felt no different from his previous two possessions.
The earlier possessions had filled him with unprecedented power, but this time, his body felt unchanged.
“What the hell is going on?”
As soon as Yang Xuan spoke, chaotic, clearly visible words floated from his mouth.
These words drifted aggressively and directly surrounded the little demon standing in the living room.
Feeling the words, the little demon became agitated and swatted at them, shattering the floating text.
[Detected Tang Sanzang (Chatterbox Edition) special artifact: Binding Immortal Rope!]
With a thought, Yang Xuan suddenly held a bundle of hemp rope.
He advanced toward the malevolent little demon.
“You little brat, don’t you know to beg for mercy when you see your master?”
“Truly ill-mannered! Not only rude but ugly, and on top of that, short. I wonder if you ever got beaten while alive, and if you’ll ever find a girlfriend when you grow up.”
“I bet even drinking cold water gets stuck between your teeth, you trip walking, and probably get shocked while peeing...”
As Yang Xuan spoke, more and more words enveloped the little demon. One or two lines would have been fine, but Yang Xuan realized that since possessing Tang Sanzang, this mouth seemed foreign to him—endlessly talkative, not just chatter but relentless, and worst of all, brutally insulting.
After about five minutes, the little demon’s expression changed. Its originally fierce eyes turned fearful, and the dark aura around it weakened considerably.
With a sharp “crack,”
the window suddenly opened on its own.
Seeing this, Yang Xuan knew things were not good—the little demon was about to flee!
Absolutely not!
“Bind!”
He threw the Binding Immortal Rope, which quickly ensnared the little demon, holding it firm no matter how it struggled.
“Ha! With your short legs, you think you can run? You’d probably fall and break your neck if you tried jumping out the window! Pathetic—wicked when human, and just as sly when ghost, always thinking about running away...”
Another five minutes of verbal assault ensued.
Yang Xuan noticed the bound little demon began to cry...
As it sobbed, Yang Xuan sensed the powerful dark aura around it vanish.
Meanwhile, outside room 1804, Yu Mengjia pointed a camera inside.
Though she couldn’t see directly, the camera peered through the door’s peephole.
Inside the live broadcast room,
the audience was stunned by Yang Xuan’s recent actions.
Many watching on their phones froze mid-action; some were so shocked their mouths dropped open, even drooling without realizing it.
[Mysterious Old Player: What the hell is this mouth? This eloquence isn’t just for normal occasions—even the disgraced elders at the village gate would lose to this! I bet he could walk past those old-timers and make them all cry!]
[Super Invincible Tyrannosaurus: Insulting old players? He could probably take on the entire nursing home solo! This clan leader really has some skills!]
[I’m Just a Little Grass: Wait, look! What is Yang Xuan spitting out into thin air? What’s this scene called? Tang Sanzang scolds Red Boy to tears?]
...
Inside room 1804, Yang Xuan sat with his legs crossed on the sofa, eyes fixed on the little demon.
In front of the demon lay a pen and a sheet of paper.
“I’m giving you a chance now—tell me everything that happened earlier.”
“Or don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
The little demon, having felt Yang Xuan’s power, dared not disobey and began to babble incoherently, leaving Yang Xuan utterly confused.
“Can you speak human language? If not, write it down!”
With a wave of his hand, the Binding Immortal Rope returned to Yang Xuan’s grasp.
Freed, the little demon glanced at the pen and paper, then timidly picked them up, squatting down to start writing.
But after glancing at what was written, Yang Xuan frowned and kicked the little demon’s side.
“What kind of education level is this? Your handwriting looks like worms crawling. And you want to be a killer? Ridiculous—you can’t even write legibly, how would you know how to wield a knife?”
“Write properly, or I’ll pluck out all the hair from your head!”
At this threat, the little demon’s tears flowed again uncontrollably.
Yang Xuan gave another kick.
Only then did the demon reluctantly continue writing. Though the handwriting improved somewhat, Yang Xuan still couldn’t understand it.
The writing wasn’t human language at all—it resembled some kind of ghost script.
Ghost script or not, the talisman he bought was meant to restrain demons.
As for deciphering it, that wasn’t his concern. The talisman would handle it.
If it needed him to intervene, that would be fine—but only for an extra fee!
After more than ten minutes, the little demon finally looked up at Yang Xuan, its eyes clearly saying it was done.
Yang Xuan took the paper and was quite satisfied, though he was unsure how to deal with this little demon.
This time, he had possessed only Tang Sanzang (Chatterbox Edition)—annoying but lacking the power to slay.
For now, there was no way to eliminate the little demon, which left Yang Xuan at a loss.
[Employer, system detected the little demon possesses strong performance skills. Would the employer like to recruit it as a troupe member?]
Hmm?
Yang Xuan was momentarily stunned.
So the troupe could recruit not only humans but also spirits and demons.
Thinking of this, Yang Xuan felt quite pleased. The performance abilities of these spirits were incomparable to humans.
Just imagine, recruiting more demons in the future—any shadow play performance would be bursting with special effects.
Then he could just sit back and collect money without lifting a finger.
“Recruit!”
[Ding~ Employer has recruited one troupe member.]
[Troupe members: 1]
[Member name: Machete Little Demon]
[Strength: Ghost King, three stars]
[Performance talent: Skilled in horror, children's theater, and more]