Chapter 302: Chapter 302: True Form_1
"It’s not like I did anything to you, what’s it got to do with me? If there’s a debt, it’s owed to whoever incurred it. Even if you became a ghost, you should go find the person who wronged you for revenge! Why come after me?" Qin Feng said with an exasperated expression.
"Because you brought me to this damned place, and you didn’t protect me. Whether it’s a grudge or a debt, it’s all on you!"
That was just Yu Keqing being utterly unreasonable—but who could blame her for having a crush on Qin Feng? A woman only acts up in front of the man she loves. In front of other men, Yu Keqing was the epitome of grace and wisdom.
Qin Feng pointed to the half-open door and asked, "Do you dare to go in?"
"What’s there to be afraid of?"
"There’s definitely something more terrifying than a skull inside this room. Don’t start crying out of fear, okay!"
"You’re the one who’ll cry!"
Yu Keqing gave Qin Feng a disdainful glance and even lightly hit him. Then, to prove her bravery, she walked ahead of him and pushed open the half-open door.
"Creak!"
The door opened to a room that was spotlessly clean. There were a few pieces of exquisite furniture, but the room was lit not with electric lights, but with an oil lamp.
There was no wind in the room, but the flame of the oil lamp flickered constantly. It was as if the small flame was being blown by an invisible mouth.
Pointing, Yu Keqing curiously asked, "Why is the flame moving like that?"
"I don’t know either, you can go check it out," Qin Feng said.
"Don’t you dare mess with me."
"Why would I do that?"
"Hmph!"
After a cold snort, Yu Keqing went over. She walked up to the oil lamp and squatted down.
Suddenly, a woman’s head with disheveled hair appeared from under the table, staring at Yu Keqing with a pair of bloody eyes.
"Ah... Ahhh..."
Yu Keqing was, of course, scared into screaming. She dashed desperately towards Qin Feng and ran straight into him.
"Ahhh! You set me up again!"
Not daring to look back, Yu Keqing buried her head in Qin Feng’s chest, grabbed a small hammer and pounded furiously on him.
"It’s just a head from The Undead. At most, she can scare you, she can’t kill you."
"But I could die of fright!"
"If you were scared to death, would you still have so much strength? You almost broke my ribs."
"Good! If they’re broken, we can use them to make lotus root soup."
At that moment, the undead head floated over. Opening its bloody maw, it bit straight towards Qin Feng’s neck.
Qin Feng swung his hand in a punch, hitting her like one would a volleyball. With a resounding ’thump,’ he sent her flying away.
After hitting the wall, the undead head fell to the ground with a thud, turning into a puff of green smoke that dissipated into the air.
Yu Keqing’s eyes widened as she looked at Qin Feng and asked, "You’re so powerful, you destroyed her with just one punch?"
"If I weren’t this powerful, could you fall for me?"
"Who fell for you? Even if all the men in the world were dead, I still wouldn’t fall for you!"
Just then, sudden strange noises came through. First, a hand crawled in through the window, then a leg appeared at the door. Soon after, half a torso showed up on the ceiling.
"Are all of these The Undead?" Yu Keqing asked.
"Yes."
"Why do they all only have parts of their bodies, and not whole ones?"
"Because these undead are incomplete products. Of course, it’s also possible that the wizard who refined these undead wasn’t very skilled. So, he could only produce these incomplete results."
All these arms, legs, and other parts started to approach them. Qin Feng couldn’t be bothered to tangle with these rejects. With a punch for each, and a kick for every pair, he cleaned up these half-products of The Undead in less than thirty seconds.
Standing in the room was a figure—it was the wizard, named Yoshida Takumura, the second son of Lord Yoshida.
Wizards are ranked in nine levels, and Lord Yoshida is the only ninth-rank wizard in Sakura Country.
His second son, Yoshida Takumura, a prodigy in witchcraft, had already reached the rank of a third-tier wizard at the age of thirty—more formidable than Lord Yoshida had been at the same age. Back then, Lord Yoshida was only a second-tier wizard.
Qin Feng led Yu Keqing into the inner room.
In Yoshida Takumura’s hands, he held a small item stolen by the Headless Dead Spirit, which he was sniffing intently at his nose. At that moment, his face showed an expression of extreme satisfaction.
Qin Feng pointed at Yoshida Takumura and said to Yu Keqing, "Looks like he’s really into your scent."
"Pervert! Gross! If you keep making disgusting comments like that to gross me out, you believe I’ll stuff your mouth?"
"I’m not into that kind of thing."
"Ha! Whether you’re into it or not, who knows? Dirty men—none of them are not perverts."
Yoshida Takumura turned his head to look at the two and revealed a weird expression. Using a creepy ventriloquist voice, he asked, "You’ve arrived?"
"Do all you wizards have to be this perverted, stealing a woman’s things like that? Then holding it to your nose and sniffing so greedily, isn’t that disgusting?"
