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Chapter 77: Is Old Demon Duan Here to Crack Jokes? (Seeking Subscriptions)

Chapter 77: Chapter 77: Is Old Demon Duan Here to Crack Jokes? (Seeking Subscriptions)

This night, Duan Yun slept very deeply and for a long time.

He dreamt of little tadpoles searching for their mother all night and never finding her.

When he woke up, it was already past his usual breakfast time.

The Murong brothers were still nestled in the straw mat; he usually slept until the afternoon and skipped breakfast and lunch.

Shen Ying, however, was nowhere to be seen.

After asking around, Duan Yun learned that the fellow had run off to Small Spring Town to listen to a storyteller early in the morning.

Was this an addiction to storytelling?

Duan Yun scooped himself a bowl of the cold thin porridge left by Shen Ying and picked a piece of red fermented tofu from the small jar.

The red fermented tofu, bought from the town’s charcuterie, was coated with a layer of bright red chili powder, while the tofu inside was a yellowish-white.

You wouldn’t necessarily say it’s delicious, but its advantage is its lasting flavor; a small piece can easily accompany a whole bowl of thin porridge.

Paired with the cold thin porridge, it indeed had its own unique taste.

Yesterday this Young Hero Murong stirred quite a scene outside; I wonder what the situation is like today.

I’ll check it out this afternoon.

When it comes to pursuing a career, one cannot slack off. Even if I chopped down a lot yesterday, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop today. It’s all about consistent output.

In my past life, even with a relaxed Monday-to-Friday job, I had to work five days before resting for two. Although the career of a Young Hero like me comes in bursts, once started, it should at least match the intensity of working five days with two days off.

At this moment, Duan Yun suddenly developed a concern: if I killed all the Red Building Women and the nuts from the Thunder God and Mother Sect here, how would I maintain the intensity of my career?

I suppose there’s only one option: go out and kill. There are plenty of Evil Demons and heretics all over the world. I, Old Demon Duan, pah, I, Young Hero Duan, aim to act for Heaven, to cleanse them off the face of the earth!

At noon, Shen Ying returned.

As soon as she arrived, she wouldn’t stop talking about a murder that occurred in the city yesterday.

The topic was explosive enough to get the Murong brothers, who usually only move a bit in the afternoon, up to gossip.

Because this murder was orchestrated by Old Demon Duan.

The Murong brothers couldn’t help but sigh, "Old Demon Duan really has a presence in the Wangchun City area. Does this mean there is hope for me to turn into a woman?"

Duan Yun, too weak to retort, said, "If you became a woman, your sisters might kill you even more ruthlessly."

"Bullshit, that’s impossible, absolutely impossible!"

At this moment, Shen Ying added, "With Old Demon Duan’s temperament, once you’re turned into a woman, are you sure you could keep your virtue intact?"

The Murong brothers hesitated for a moment and said, "As long as I could become a woman and break the curse, even if I was..."

Saying so, he glanced down at his body.

At this glance, both Shen Ying and Duan Yun felt a shiver and were left speechless.

Does this guy have some strange fetish or what?

As one of the up-and-coming demons of recent years, Old Demon Duan’s reputation was undoubtedly the most notorious.

The other new demons tend to need time to get ready, to adapt to the environment, perhaps starting with a few incidents here and there before gradually establishing their ominous names.

But Old Demon Duan was different. His notoriety struck like thunder, an explosive debut, very topical.

Just the very act of emasculating men into women, starting with the well-known Lingshui Twin Heroes, put him far beyond the reach of other new demons.

Other demons are nothing more than the usual rape and murder, just stirring up some ripples against the backdrop of the Martial World without much novelty. Not so for Old Demon Duan.

He innovates!

Just the act of emasculating men before raping and murdering them brought a breath of fresh air to many, satisfying the cravings of the crowd.

Then came the killings of the Red Building Women, people from the Thunder God and Mother Sect, and the demon monks of the Dusk Temple, raising his notoriety to the next level.

The people he killed were all notoriously problematic and hard targets in the Martial World, the kind of figures new demons wouldn’t dare to touch lightly, let alone form underworld alliances with.

But Old Demon Duan was different—he had no ties that bound him, and he would kill upon capture, not limiting his targets to one sect or another, but expanding threats on multiple fronts.

Afterward, with Red Building Women and the nuts from the Thunder God and Mother Sect gathering in Wangchun City, and rumors of the Dusk Temple’s demon monks making an appearance, it was thought that Old Demon Duan would definitely back down this time.

After all, the other side was numerous and strong, not to be trifled with, and since causing trouble in the Martial World, Old Demon Duan had always been on his own.

"Who would have thought! A thunderclap out of a clear sky, and under such circumstances, Old Demon Duan actually made his move!"

"With one strike, ten innocent lives vanished into thin air, becoming pitiful wronged souls! That poor little fairy from the Red House, just a bit older than a child, hadn’t even experienced the perils of the Martial World, and ended up chopped by Old Demon Duan to nothing more than half a body.

She was covered with over twenty bleeding holes, with blood tears running down her face, fresh blood oozing from her body, crawling through the city as the flagstones were stained a thorough red.

Upon seeing her mother, she only said ’Mother! I’m scared.’ before she passed away, a truly tragical and lamentable death."

"The cruelty of Old Demon Duan’s methods, the perversity of his temperament, can only be described as ’horrific to this extent!’"

In the courtyard, Shen Ying imitated the storyteller’s phrases, vividly recounting the details she had just heard.

Duan Yun cursed under his breath, "Son of a bitch!", and asked, "Was that from the legless storyteller who spoke yesterday?"

"Yes, this morning he was carried here bright and early. Even with both legs broken, he was still very animated in his storytelling."

Shen Ying, speaking and then seemingly suddenly recalling something extremely amusing, couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

She laughed while slapping her thigh as if she had gone mad.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers exchanged puzzled looks.

"And the funniest part, after Old Demon Duan committed the murders, he actually left behind a row of blood-written words, claiming he was a young hero named Murong Fu, acting for Heaven!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Initially, the Murong brothers who were as puzzled as Duan Yun as to why Shen Ying was suddenly laughing, also burst into loud laughter upon hearing this sentence.

"Hahahaha... Old Demon Duan, playing the hero, hahaha..."

"Putting these two things together is ridiculous enough, but he even put on a disguise."

"It’s as if Old Demon Duan intended to be comedic, wearing a disguise like that, whether it’s a human or ghost, everyone knows it’s him."

At this point, Shen Ying and the Murong brothers laughed until they had tears in their eyes.

Duan Yun’s cheeks twitched as he thought: "Am I really that funny?"

He completely didn’t understand what was so funny, but seeing them laughing like that, he would seem out of place if he didn’t laugh.

So, he also laughed, but his laughter was quite dry and not at all smooth.

"When the storyteller mentioned this earlier, the whole teahouse went insane with laughter."

"Hahahaha..."

Usually quiet as a haunted house, Yuzhu Villa was momentarily filled with waves of devilishly infectious laughter.

Duan Yun gritted his teeth and said, "If he’s that funny, he must have received quite a reward, right?"

Shen Ying replied, "Of course, I saw it must be at least double from yesterday. I even gave him a silver coin."

Duan Yun took a deep breath and said, "Isn’t he afraid of his peers breaking his third leg?"

Shen Ying replied, "Probably not anymore. Because of the incident with Old Demon Duan yesterday, all the storytellers around are desperately vying to tell stories, and every storyteller from the De Yu Society is even wrapping a red silk band around their head."

Duan Yun asked, "What does that mean?"

"To wrap a red silk band signifies their bloodthirsty storytelling and a resolve to face death, meaning no matter how the competition is, they are determined to carry on with the storytelling regardless of being molested, murdered, or fallen."

"The storytelling business of the De Yu Society is the best, naturally for a reason," Shen Ying explained.

Hearing this, Duan Yun felt that just like there are many madmen in the martial arts world, so are there among the storytellers.

At that moment, Shen Ying continued, "Oh right, the storyteller also made a special mention of the Goddess Catcher."

The Murong brothers exclaimed in surprise, "What, even the Goddess Catcher from Qingqi Bureau has been alerted."

Duan Yun finally heard about an area he was somewhat familiar with and said, "How, is the Goddess Catcher from Qingqi Bureau really that impressive?"

Shen Ying shook her head, "Of course not. When the storyteller mentioned the Goddess Catcher, it was out of concern for their safety. After all, many demons have a fetish for capturing and humiliating Goddess Catchers. If they have no support this time, they might end up being caught by Old Demon Duan and tortured in a dark cellar, left disfigured.

I didn’t have much interest in the rest of the speculation about shedding blood tears, bearing devil’s spawn, and so on, so I came back early."

Duan Yun: "..."

"Oh right, the Goddess Catchers who came this time seem to be a pair of twin sisters," Shen Ying added.

Duan Yun: "???"