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Zhong Kui's Diary
With a crack, a lightning bolt as thick as an arm struck the skeleton, emitting a dazzling white light followed by a piercing scream. Then, the white light vanished, leaving behind only a charred skeleton with its clothes torn to shreds.
"Big brother, it was just a joke. Why take it so seriously? I'm just a wisp of consciousness," Cursed God said pitifully.
"You..." I looked at Cursed God, both amused and exasperated, unsure of how to respond.
"Then let me ask you, why have I been having such bad luck lately?" Fatty seized the opportunity to shout loudly.
"How would I know? It's not like I caused it," Cursed God said as he adjusted his skeletal frame, producing an unpleasant clattering sound. "Fortunately, I wasn't electrocuted!"
"You're called Cursed God; who else could be responsible for this?" Fatty's voice rose again.
"Fortune God could be too. By the way, just a reminder, Fortune God is still wandering in the Yin-Yang Realm," Cursed God said mysteriously, lowering his voice. "Your bad luck is most likely his doing."
"Who are you trying to fool?" Knowing that this Cursed God was merely a wisp of consciousness and having just seen him nearly fried by lightning, I dismissed him without concern. "Fortune God brings good luck; you're the one who brings misfortune."
"Wrong, wrong! Haven't you read any books? Good fortune hides within misfortune, and misfortune leans on good fortune. There is no purely good luck or purely bad luck. Since we can bring you good fortune, we can also bring you bad luck," Cursed God chuckled lightly. "Really, I'm just a wisp of consciousness; there's no need to deceive you. Go find Fortune God; that guy is the real culprit behind your troubles."
"Really?" Fatty asked skeptically.
"Really!" Cursed God replied emphatically.
"Then where is Fortune God?" I asked loudly.
"Brother, I am just a fragment of consciousness. Do you know what that means? I have only extracted a part of my memory from the main body; I really don't know anything else." Cursed God said with a bitter smile, "I truly don't know where Fortune God is."
Of course, his face was entirely made of bones, so it was impossible for him to have a bitter expression, but I could sense the frustration in his tone.
"Then we came all this way; we can't possibly leave empty-handed, can we?" I frowned.
"You saw it too; the hall is empty, there’s nothing here." Cursed God casually pulled open the drawers of the desk, yanking them out one by one. "Look, look, there's nothing at all. Really, nothing."
Cursed God quickly shoved the drawers back in, and they were indeed all empty. When he pulled out the last drawer, there seemed to be a silver A4-sized Metal Plate inside. Cursed God's expression changed instantly as he hurriedly shoved the drawer back in. "Really, there's nothing."
"What was that just now?" I pointed at the drawer that contained the Metal Plate and asked.
"Uh, it's nothing." Cursed God cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Either you open the drawer now, or I'll strike you with lightning and then you can open it," I said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Cursed God had no choice but to pull open the drawer again, revealing the Metal Plate inside. It might not necessarily be metal, but it had a stainless steel-like sheen; I could only describe it as a Metal Plate. Moreover, this Metal Plate looked exceptionally exquisite, with what appeared to be many tiny circuit boards on it.
"What is this?" I asked, pointing at the Metal Plate.
"It's nothing; just a collectible," Cursed God replied sheepishly.
"Let me see it," I commanded firmly.
"Uh... alright." Cursed God hesitantly took out the Metal Plate from the drawer and placed it in front of me. "You can't take it away, though; it's truly my treasure."
I snorted and reached for the Metal Plate. The moment my fingers touched it, a paralyzing sensation surged wildly into my body, and in an instant, I was immobilized.
"Hehehe, weren't you quite bold? Why don't you try giving me another lightning strike?" Cursed God sneered, releasing his grip and circling around me, while the Metal Plate seemed to be glued to my hand.
"What do you mean by this?" I shouted angrily. Ah, at least I could still speak.
"Cursed God, what are you trying to do?" Fatty yelled from the side.
"What am I trying to do?" Cursed God scoffed. "Do you think you can come and go as you please in Cursed God's lair?"
Without hesitation, Fatty pulled out an iron rod and swung it at Cursed God.
Cursed God smiled coldly, extending two fingers to pinch the front end of the iron rod. No matter how much Fatty struggled and exerted force, the iron rod remained rooted in place.
"Jumping clown, overestimating yourself!" Cursed God lightly pushed, and Fatty stumbled back several steps, nearly falling to the ground.
"What on earth is going on?" I shouted in anger.
"This thing is called 'Speechless Stifling,' specifically designed to paralyze those with magical power. The higher your magical power, the longer you'll be paralyzed. It seems you're a Grandmaster-level Expert; at your level, without external help, you'll be paralyzed for at least three to five seconds before it drops off on its own," Cursed God said, pointing at the Metal Plate in my hand with a smile.
Before I could respond, Cursed God added, "It's all because of your excessive curiosity. If you had just walked away without looking, nothing would have happened. Sigh... now you've gotten yourself into trouble."
"Damn, even if I don't look, you'll find a way to make me engage," I cursed silently in my heart, but said out loud, "It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. We'll go back now and keep our distance from each other."
"Too late!" Cursed God snorted coldly, placing a hand on my shoulder and patting it. "Now I don't want you to leave; stay and play with me for a while?"
"I don't know what you like to play. The three of us could play Landlord, or if you want to play Mahjong, I can call someone over for you." I quickly suggested several options. "Meeting is also fate, right? How about this? I'll treat you to Health Treatment?"
"No need, I love playing hitting games the most." Cursed God sneered and slapped me across the face with a loud crack. My ear rang, and my face burned with pain.
I glared at Cursed God. "What do you mean by that?"
"We're playing hitting games; don't you understand?" Cursed God looked at me in disbelief. "That question is quite foolish."
"What are you doing?" Fatty exclaimed with wide eyes.
"What am I doing? Hitting people!" Cursed God seemed to find it the funniest joke ever and slapped me again. I vaguely heard birds chirping as stars danced before my eyes.
"Beast, let go of that Ghost Brother!" Fatty shouted angrily, grabbing an iron rod and charging forward again.
Clearly, without any magical power, Fatty was no match for Cursed God, even though this Cursed God was merely a fragment of consciousness. With a casual wave of his hand, Fatty was sent flying three meters away.
Fatty charged again, only to be knocked back once more.
Fatty lunged again and was pushed back yet again.
"Forget it, Fatty, you can't beat him," I said with a bitter smile.
"It's fine, keep going, I promise I won't kill you!" Cursed God waved at Fatty with great interest.
Fatty gasped for a moment and suddenly asked, "Hey, Cursed God, that 'Speechless Stifling' you just used was impressive. The higher the magic power, the more obvious the effect, right?"
"That's right!" Cursed God replied proudly.
"What if someone without magic power touches it?" Fatty quickly followed up.
"Without magic power, of course, it won't have any effect. You're really an idiot! Hahaha," Cursed God laughed heartily.
"Understood. You bastard, take another hit from my stick!" Seeing this, Fatty raised his iron rod and swung it again at Cursed God.
"Haha, keep going, you're giving me continuous pleasure," Cursed God casually reached out to grab the iron rod in Fatty's hand.
"Die!" Fatty loosened his grip, and the iron rod flew directly toward Cursed God's head. Cursed God immediately panicked and hurriedly dodged to the side.
However, Fatty no longer cared about Cursed God and directly reached for the 'Speechless Stifling' in my hand. Wow, this pig actually knows how to distract!
"You bastard, how dare you!" Cursed God dodged the iron rod and saw that Fatty's hand had already grabbed the 'Speechless Stifling.' He couldn't help but shout angrily as his charred-like claws reached for Fatty's neck.
With a "pop," Fatty successfully took the 'Speechless Stifling' from my hand, and the feeling of paralysis throughout my body instantly vanished. Just as Cursed God's hand was about to grab Fatty's neck, I swiftly reached out and grabbed Cursed God's wrist.
"Hey, isn't this Ghost Brother? What a coincidence to run into you here. Actually, this is just a misunderstanding; I just thought the atmosphere was a bit tense and made a joke. Please don't take it the wrong way." Cursed God laughed, completely giving up any struggle as I held his wrist.
Seeing that I had already made my move, Fatty chuckled and put the ‘Speechless Stifling’ into his Spatial Bag: "This thing is pretty good. Ghost Brother, if you threaten me again, I'll use this to paralyze you."
I ignored Fatty and pushed Cursed God away. Summoning a Spell, a bolt of Nine Divine Thunder struck Cursed God, and with a flash of white light, he screamed in pain, his body turning increasingly dark.
"Hey, why are you being like this!" Cursed God shouted, rubbing his body repeatedly. "Can't I just apologize? If you let me go, I'll do anything. How about I treat you to Health Treatment?"
If it weren't for Fatty who took away that ‘Speechless Stifling’, I wouldn't know what kind of torment I would have suffered from you. Now that I'm in the advantageous position, how could I let you off easily?
Bolts of lightning struck Cursed God repeatedly, flashes of white light accompanying his wails. The lightning relentlessly ravaged him, and looking at him now, he was as black as charcoal, with some parts even smoking.
"I know where Fortune God is! I know where Fortune God is..." Cursed God cried out.
"Weren't you just a fragment of consciousness that knew nothing? Didn't you say you didn't know anything?" I casually cast another Nine Divine Thunder, then stopped: "Hurry up, or I'll kill you!"
"Fortune God is on the top floor of the Star City Building!" Cursed God shrieked.
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