Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 373 - 281: The Great Mother of Sores Returns!_2

Chapter 373: Chapter 281: The Great Mother of Sores Returns!_2

"Fuck, I’m about to bravely face death, and there I am still worrying about compensating money... Fuck, I won’t compensate a damn cent!"

Pan Hao cursed in his heart. After all, he had never died before, and he was extremely anxious.

Before the great crisis of impending death, his capillaries constricted, and his body temperature actually began to drop.

"Will I really come back to life if I die?"

"I really don’t want to die just like this... Save me!"

While cursing internally, his actions were quite honest.

In order to avoid compensating money, he took off the Conch Headphones from his ears and stealthily dropped them among the roadside stones, hoping Old Lu could retrieve them.

As the grey figure drew closer step by step, the cheerings of the crowd gradually ceased, and everyone’s mood began to grow tense and uneasy.

Some of the younger ones, especially many children seeing "Pus Sore Mother" for the first time, were terrified into silence, shivering uncontrollably.

"That’s a huge turtle, probably as big as a small car." This was Pan Hao’s first reaction, "It actually looks quite decent? Who said it was covered in pus sores?"

It was not an ordinary turtle, but rather like a Dragon Turtle with the "bearing of a dragon-horse on its body, and the array of a dragon-turtle on its back"!

A huge head, with sharp and obliquely long teeth, dark eyes carrying a fierce aura.

Its shell had ridges and was greatly protruding, with the back of the shell white as jade pieces.

Its figure, however, seemed a bit illusory, perhaps not its real body, lacking that bit of imposingness.

Faced with this enormous creature, Pan Hao was sweating profusely with a complete blank in his mind, aside from shouting "Saint, save me!"

Holding a basket filled with offerings—an amount that was still insufficient—he walked forward with a stiff body.

Huang Youcai and others following behind were equally tense, still contemplating what to do if the offerings were not enough and Pus Sore Mother became furious...

...

Pan Hao swallowed his saliva.

The last gamble!

Pus Sore Mother, please enjoy!

...

The giant turtle lifted its head, opening a massive mouth, so wide it could easily swallow a person whole!

Pan Hao trembled as he saw the terrifyingly sharp teeth, and even smelled the pungent, sticky breath, screaming in his heart: "Saint, save me! Save me! Save me!"

"Save me!!!"

...

But the next second, a vague thought stopped Pan Hao in his tracks.

"My lord... my lord..." The voice was rough, like the profound bass of a robot.

"Who is talking to me."

"I... Turtle..."

Was it the old turtle in front of him?

Pan Hao mustered the courage and lifted his head.

...

This thought expressed an incomparable benevolence?

The benevolence was truly incomparable, almost describable as flattery! If this old turtle were a yellow dog, it might want to lick his toes and wag its tail to the sky in adoration.

"My lord... my lord... let me... feed you!"

"Feed me?"

Pan Hao was briefly stunned, witnessing the old turtle genuinely shaking its body, incessantly fawning!

He even felt he could command this old turtle to fetch a frisbee, just as he would order a Labrador at home, who would dash to fetch it once thrown.

Pan Hao slightly regained his composure, "It wants to acknowledge me as its master? Impossible, this turtle is at least of the Evil God level, how could it possibly acknowledge a human as its master."

"Such an event has never occurred in history."

His mind racing, he was drenched in sweat that soaked through his clothes.

But the old turtle genuinely conveyed this thought, with such exaggeration, as if afraid Pan Hao wouldn’t understand, it spoke again with a human voice: "My turtle... look at yours!"

"What do you mean ’look at mine’?" Pan Hao was totally baffled.

"What does it mean? This creature isn’t crazy, is it?"

"My lord... let me... let me... you eat... the tablet!"

The old turtle didn’t even consume the offerings but indicated that Pan Hao could directly enjoy them.

It, the Pus Sore Mother, would not eat the offerings and allowed Pan Hao to enjoy them.

It even opened its large mouth, picked up a fish, and attempted to feed it to Pan Hao.

Pan Hao quickly refused, "I only eat cooked, not raw."

Of course, this conversation only took place in Pan Hao’s mind.

In the eyes of the natives of Qingshi Town, the giant phantom swayed, its gaping maw as if inspecting the quantity of the offerings.

Unsatisfied.

Very unsatisfied!

Sensing the shortage, it didn’t consume any offerings, took a bite of fish, and dropped it again.

...

"Damn, is the Great Witch going to get eaten?!"

"Is your fish really ten pounds?!"

The fisherman panicked a bit, "Reporting to my lord, it’s truly not... seems to be a bit short, only about nine pounds and eight taels."

"You’re really a goner! How could you manage to be short on weight?!"

"I couldn’t find a bigger fish, there’s nothing I can do... Where can I catch a ten-pound fish?"

Huang Youcai listened to the fisherman’s whispers, his mind trembling, nearly fainting, "Crap, what to do, not only are the offerings insufficient, but that fish is also underweight... The Great Witch is doomed, Qingshi Town is doomed."

"Pus Sore Mother" naturally had a temper, and now that it was being slighted even by the offerings, how could it protect the impoverished Qingshi Town?

The more he thought about it, the more bitter Huang Youcai felt, and he couldn’t help but ask in a low voice, "Great Witch, will it work?"

"Qingshi Town cannot go a day without a Deity!"

"Should we promise to make double compensation later?"

The impoverished townspeople nearby also had slight changes in their expressions.