There is a trick

Chapter 7: Little baby, my stomach hurts

Zhou Sanji looked at Zhou Chang lovingly, took off a bunch of keys from his waist and handed them to Zhou Chang, saying, "This is the key to our house. You, you know where we live, right?
After you go out from here, go west.

The place where we live is called 'Qingyi Town'. When you arrive in Qingyi Town, just ask anyone in the town where Zhou Laoduan lives, and he will show you the way..."

The old man instructed Zhou Chang on every detail, as if he was giving his last words.

He listened to the dog barking getting closer, his expression suddenly straightened, and he looked at Zhou Chang and said: "Now that you can move, Grandpa can leave with peace of mind--"

"Where to go?" Zhou Chang asked with a frown. He guessed what Zhou Sanji was thinking.

The other party was still persuaded by Sun Yanshun and was ready to sacrifice himself and ask the gods to help Zhou Chang pass the test.

Zhou Chang lowered his eyes and said in a low voice: "I told you, I have a way, maybe it can help us escape Li Xiamei's pursuit."

"What can you do?" Zhou Sanji spoke faster, "You know what? As long as we can breathe and move, Li Xiamei can smell the scent and hear the sound and chase us!

Only by borrowing the power of the gods can we conceal the noise and smell we make! Only then can you escape!"

Zhou Chang was stunned when he heard the voice.

He had heard Sun Yanshun say something similar before, but he didn't pay attention at the time.

He thought of Sun Yanshun's skinny apprentice who was so scared that he peed his pants halfway through the journey. After Zhong Kui stopped protecting everyone, the skinny guy peed his pants, so the smell coming from his body was the strongest, so when Li Xiamei appeared, she killed him first!
Zhou Chang was silent for a moment, then he looked at Zhou Sanji with a dark look in his eyes. "It doesn't matter. My solution is to kill Li Xiamei. After it dies, it will no longer be able to smell the scent of a living person or hear the sound of us moving around."

Zhou Sanji looked at his youngest grandson who was two or three steps away, with his mouth slightly open.

Looking at the person in front of him, he couldn't connect him with the grandson in his memory.

This 'Zhou Chang' made him feel unfamiliar.

This feeling of strangeness had already appeared in Zhou Sanji's heart before, but at that time he could still find reasons to cover up and conceal this feeling. However, with the quarrel between him and Sun Yanshun just now, all the details that he had tried hard to ignore and conceal before finally emerged - he could no longer hide anything.

"You——" Zhou Sanji's lips trembled slightly, and his low tone suddenly turned fierce, "Why don't you listen!
I told you, you can’t kill the demon of desire!
It's a 'demon of thought', a ghost born from thoughts. Don't think you can chop it with a knife in reality - you can't hurt it at all!"

Zhou Chang kept smiling.

He knew that he could not kill the demon with just the knife in his hand.

What he relied on was actually the clothes covering his body.

The demon of thought is a ghost born from thoughts, but its power can act on reality. And this transparent silk dress also only exists in Zhou Chang's thoughts, but it can act on reality.

Things in reality cannot deal with the "demon of thought" in our thoughts, but this dress in our thoughts may be able to do so.

"How confident are you that you can ask God to help you?

How sure are we that the gods we invite will help us?" Zhou Chang looked into Zhou Sanji's eyes and asked.

Zhou Sanji lowered his eyes at this time, and obviously hesitated.

He did not answer Zhou Chang's question, but asked Zhou Chang: "What about you? How sure are you of your method?"

"Not even 10%." Zhou Chang answered frankly, "You are not even 10% sure about your method, right? You can only give it a try - just give it a try, or try my method first."

He didn't say anything more to Zhou Sanji. He suddenly raised his foot and kicked Sun Yanshun, who was listening to the conversation between the grandfather and grandson with his ears perked up.

The machete in Zhou Chang's hand then swept across Sun Yanshun's arm, and blood immediately gushed out of Sun Yanshun's arm!
This sudden change happened and Sun Yanshun had no time to react. He screamed several times and tried to struggle to escape, but Zhou Chang had already stepped one foot firmly on his chest, making him unable to move!

He looked at Zhou Chang's pale face, feeling a fear as if he had seen his natural enemy, and begged for mercy in panic, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Zhou Chang's eyes were cold. He knelt on Sun Yanshun's chest, dropped his machete, locked Sun Yanshun's hands, turned Sun Yanshun over, and strangled his hands and feet with a rope.

He was not very skilled in this action.

But he was extremely strong at this time, and his palms were like iron clamps, which could easily control Sun Yanshun. So in the blink of an eye, he tied up Sun Yanshun, and tied him up tightly like a goat!
Sun Yanshun was still struggling like a fish coming ashore, with blood staining half of his shoulder.

The strong smell of blood filled the air, which was extremely pungent.

Previously, the thin guy became the first person caught and killed by Li Xiamei because he was scared to pee his pants. Now, half of Sun Yanshun's body was covered in blood, and he was also the most likely prey that Li Xiamei would target first.

Zhou Chang picked up his broadsword and took Zhou Sanji to hide behind a big tree a few steps away.

The barking of dogs that lingered in the ears of the three people suddenly became silent after a moment.

A mist spread across the wild woods, and in the mist, there seemed to be a shadowy figure.

Those slender figures, with long hair dragging behind them, swayed in the mist.

A vague figure sang softly, "Little kid, I have a stomachache, go find Lao Feng.

Since Old Feng is not at home, I go to look for his mother and her three children.

Find Li Xiamei, grab the peach petal in her belly, twist, pull, and tug——

The peach petal fell off, little baby, your stomach is all better now..."

Like the song a mother hums to soothe her baby to sleep, it floats softly through the woods.

A gauze-like mist also spread over Sun Yanshun's body on the open space along with the singing.

The fog obscured Sun Yanshun's figure, and Zhou Chang could only see a few hazy shadows over there.

The song that was softly whispering in his and Zhou Sanji's ears became even softer, and even the breath became extremely thin and faint. Zhou Sanji's expression gradually became peaceful as the song continued.

Even Zhou Chang's mind gradually calmed down.

His face was dull, and he still held the machete in his hand. He was manipulating transparent, whitish silk threads, which were wrapped around the blade of the machete layer by layer.

The transparent silk threads did not make the machete look clumsy, dull and heavy. Each silk thread was stretched straight and densely covered the blade of the machete, but gave the machete an aura of being able to cut through anything with ease.

It seemed to be able to cut through anything - this was the result of Zhou Chang's will being applied to the blade through the transparent thread.

"Little kid, my stomach hurts, go find Lao Feng..."

The singing is slow.

The long-haired woman in a black satin jacket stood quietly behind Zhou Chang and Zhou Sanji.

It raised the sharp knife in its hand.

Zhou Chang, who had his back to it, turned around at the same time as if he had expected it.

Turning around along with him was the broadsword wrapped with transparent silk thread. The broadsword spun half a circle in the air and instantly slashed across Li Xiamei's neck, faster than the speed at which the sharp knife in Li Xiamei's hand fell!

Swish!
A head rolled to the ground!
Li Xiamei held the sharp knife and stood there silently. The cut on her neck was smooth and intact.

The lingering singing suddenly fell silent, and the fog slowly dissipated.

Li Xiamei was beheaded by Zhou Chang with just one blow.

At this moment, Zhou Chang's head suddenly began to ache!

In that last blow, he used almost all his strength and focused all his energy on this one blow.

The price he paid for doing so was equally terrible.

It was as if an iron rod was drilling into his brain again and again. The whitish and transparent silk threads wrapped around the machete in his hand turned into burnt ashes, with all traces blown away by the wind.

The transparent silk thread that was originally enough to completely cover Zhou Chang's body could only cover half of his body.

His body kept shaking, and everything in his vision was shaking.

Despite paying such a huge price, the results he achieved were equally remarkable.

Li Xiamei's headless body stood there, dead.

The dark sky gradually brightened, and the black wind blowing through the forest gradually died down.

Zhou Sanji turned around belatedly and saw the headless body standing nearby. His pupils constricted and he jumped up suddenly and jumped far away!

"Dead! Li Xiamei is dead!" Zhou Chang's expression relaxed slightly and he raised his voice.

At this time, Zhou Sanji also noticed that there was no head on Li Xiamei's neck. He looked at the machete in Zhou Chang's hand, and then at Li Xiamei's smooth neck with a look of surprise and doubt: "Dead?
A demon who wanted to be killed just like that?"

“This is not right…

Let's go, the situation seems to be getting better now, let's go quickly!" Zhou Sanji said as he grabbed Zhou Chang's arm and prepared to run.

Zhou Chang shook his head and followed Zhou Sanji past Sun Yanshun.

Sun Yanshun lay on the ground, motionless.

Blood spread out beneath him, and he turned into a corpse without knowing when.

Zhou Chang turned around again and saw Li Xiamei's headless body standing in the woods, motionless and silent.

The black satin jacket could hardly cover its bulging belly.

At this moment, Zhou Chang seemed to see the abdomen of Li Xiamei's headless body suddenly swell, and his eyes fixed!
Zhou Sanji, who was pulling him forward, suddenly stopped.

Zhou Chang heard the old man's unclear whisper: "Little kid, my stomach hurts..."

He was horrified and his scalp went numb when he heard the sound. He turned around and saw Zhou Sanji also turned around and faced him. Zhou Sanji's face was full of fear, his mouth was tightly closed, and he clearly didn't say anything, but sounds came from the old man's eyes, nose, and ears.

The singing was originally Zhou Sanji's original voice, but later it became a soft and gentle female voice: "Old Feng is not at home, so I'll go find his mother San...

Grab the peach petal in your belly, twist it, pull it, and tug it—

The peach petal fell off, little baby, your stomach is all better now..."

While San Zhouji's eyes, ears, and nostrils continued to emit soft singing sounds, streams of illusory and colorful breath like saliva flowed out of them. The illusory and colorful breath carried San Zhouji's fear, shock, or frantic shouts, all of which flowed towards Li Xiamei's headless body in the dark forest!
"Li Xiamei is going to live again!"

"It's over! It's over!"

"I told you long ago that you can't kill the Devil of Desire, but you just didn't believe it!"

"Let me call the gods, and you run away quickly while I call the gods!"

"Run! Run quickly, my youngest grandson—is he still my youngest grandson?"

Li Xiamei's abdomen was swelling more and more, so much so that all the buttons of her black satin jacket burst open - all the illusory and colorful breath flowed into her stomach through her navel!
All these colorful auras gushing out of Zhou Sanji’s eyes, ears, mouth and nose are Zhou Sanji’s confused thoughts!
All kinds of noisy thoughts have become food for the devil of thought!

(End of this chapter)