Boy's Urine An Gang

Boy's Urine An Gang

To be fair,

the time was so tight that Shi Ji couldn't be entirely blamed.

Wu Xian could clearly feel that the days had grown shorter than before.

As their survival time increased, the blessed land kept growing more difficult. It probably wouldn't be long before they found themselves in a predicament where they had no choice but to face the evil spirits head-on.

"Want some? Might help you get your strength back." Shi Ji offered Wu Xian a piece of dried intestine.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

Whether from nerves or the heat, Wu Xian and Shi Ji were beginning to feel exhausted.

Wu Xian's mind raced. Before long, his gaze fixed on something.

That damn Shi Ji was ridiculously lucky. To keep him from dragging them down tonight, Wu Xian had given him his only chance to worship a god today, and he'd actually gotten something good out of it.

The Copper Coin Sword was tucked at his waist, but Wu Xian didn't feel even a hint of heat from it. That meant the sword couldn't break them out of this crisis.

"There has to be something. Look around, think!"

Wu Xian suddenly started getting a runny nose. The mucus was yellow, like what you got with a severe cold. It kept running until his head felt heavy and dizzy, and he went through tissue after tissue. Maybe because of the congestion, even his breathing felt labored, as if filthy mucus were coating his lungs...

Wu Xian felt as if Shi Ji had infected him. Otherwise, why would he have to pee and poop as often as Shi Ji? Everyone had their urgent needs, and those weren't easy to hold in, so they had to take turns fighting over the toilet.

The strange things happening to his body were driving Wu Xian crazy.

Wu Xian slapped himself hard. He realized this wasn't the time to retrace how it had started. Getting out of danger was what mattered most. If he didn't, it might only take a little longer—or the very next moment—before he fell under its spell again.

"Ah! Ah, I can't take this!"

Time crept by.

The waiting was slowly wearing him down.

"I'd rather die than keep living like this."

The clock's hands moved sluggishly. Nights without internet were unbearable.

His hair stood on end, as if an electric current had passed through him. His heart felt clutched by an icy hand, and cold sweat poured down his body.

But the worst pain came from his lower back. The Copper Coin Sword had burned Wu Xian's skin black.

Bad breath.

Shi Ji's toothbrush was nearly bald. His mouth was full of bloody foam and broken bristles, and his gums had been scrubbed raw. Some of his roots were exposed, and every time he shoved the brush into his mouth, it scraped out bits of bloody flesh.

"No, that's not right. I have to save my life first!"

That blade was the breakthrough. It was his only way out!

Wu Xian threw himself at Boy's Urine An Gang with all his strength. His movements were sluggish, as if he were smashing through several invisible webs, but before his consciousness vanished, he managed to touch it!

The instant he touched the Tachi,

he was caught!

Both he and Shi Ji had been caught without even realizing it!

There was no need to worry about danger. The snot was the top priority.

Wu Xian felt a wave of agony. His whole body seemed to be falling apart. His skin, mouth, nasal passages, abdominal cavity, and lungs all burned with pain.

With this Precious Blade, even Shi Ji could put up a decent fight.

"How is it? Did you get them clean?"

Boy's Urine An Gang!

Wu Xian remembered that after dark, Shi Ji had first been holding the long blade. Then, when he'd wanted a drink of water, he'd set it aside for a moment—and hadn't picked it up again.

"What is there? What can break us out of this?"

A foul stench came from Wu Xian's mouth. He'd brushed his teeth just a few hours ago, yet now it smelled like an egg left in a warm, damp place for forty-nine days.

Shi Ji enthusiastically patted Wu Xian. "What a coincidence, you're brushing your teeth too! Take a look—are mine clean? Why do I keep thinking my teeth are yellow?"

Even so, he pulled back his lips and showed Wu Xian a mouth full of crimson.

He needed to brush his teeth.

As he thought, Wu Xian's nose clogged up again. It felt as if a huge wad of mucus were about to come out. He wanted to shove the Copper Coin Sword up his nostril just to breathe freely.

Wu Xian drew the Copper Coin Sword and looked around.

They kept sweating. The moisture made their skin look greasy and filthy, as if they hadn't bathed in days. They had to drink lots of water to stay hydrated and wipe themselves down often to keep clean.

And that wasn't all.

Wu Xian suddenly froze, then nearly threw up.

He might scrub himself to death, or, in an attempt to stop his skin from sweating, tear it off his body!

Shi Ji was no longer any help.

Wu Xian snapped at him and turned around impatiently. His pupils suddenly widened.

But when had it started? What evil spirit was confusing him?

Was it a dream?

Was it an illusion?

After a brief rest, they sat on the floor back-to-back. With the days growing shorter, they didn't feel tired at all. And since tonight was crucial, they planned to stay awake until morning.

It was quiet outside, too. For some reason, there was no sound out there tonight. Yu Yinghua hadn't come knocking, and the Child Wraiths hadn't attacked them either.

"Just tell me! If they're not clean, I still have to brush!"

They'd only just sighed over it.

It had done everything it could to warn Wu Xian, but his senses were blocked. He hadn't even noticed the piercing pain.

"You stink!"

Wu Xian rushed into the bathroom, grabbed his toothbrush, squeezed out half a tube of toothpaste, and brushed his teeth again and again. He didn't stop even when the bristles curled. The delicate skin inside his mouth broke, and blood stained the foam.

Suddenly, Wu Xian brushed too vigorously and his arm bumped into Shi Ji.

So much so that he'd even forgotten there was still danger tonight. He had to wash away the filth and become a completely clean person.

"Quit getting in the way of my brushing!"

Gurgle, gurgle. Gurgle, gurgle.

The god he had worshipped was the Water Official Guangde Dragon King. After the worship, he'd received a Tachi called Boy's Urine An Gang!

It had originally been a foreign Precious Blade capable of slaying great demons. For various reasons, it had been lost in the urinal of an elementary school boys' restroom, where it soaked in boys' urine day and night. Its nature had undergone a curious change.

Even with his mouth in that state, he still hadn't come to his senses. That meant pain was useless against whatever was affecting him. There was no need to waste time hurting himself.

One strange bodily symptom after another left Wu Xian unbearably agitated. He was still young, so why did he suddenly feel like an old man?

Shi Ji's strange appearance made Wu Xian's mind seize up.

Before long, their stomachs started rebelling, too.

Wu Xian's skin crawled.

Room 402 was covered in reddish-brown filth, like a hell of flesh and blood.

Yellow-white skin covered the floor, walls, and ceiling. Huge mouths and noses grew haphazardly across it, writhing and opening and closing. All the furniture was pieced together from organs that looked like human lungs, while intestines of different sizes hung all around like webs. A suffocating stench filled the air...