Now she no longer referred to herself as "I," but directly called herself "this Queen."
It seemed this red-clad extreme fiend was the village chief's wife, the "Queen" mentioned by the pink skeleton.
I had faced plenty of threats. From Pavilion Ghost trying to drive me out of the pavilion at the very beginning, to Haunted House Crone trying to kill me.
Then there were Nine Corpse Daoist, the mountain demons, all kinds of evil ghosts and demonic Daoists. Who among them hadn't threatened me?
I hadn't been afraid, and I had made it through alive.
I had no fear of this "Queen's" threat either.
I immediately started cursing at the foot of the slope:
"I'm steeped in evil energy, so what if I wield an evil weapon?
I uphold justice on Heaven's behalf. I walk upright and stand tall.
You fucking keep whining. If you've got the guts, come up here and kill me.
Once I escape, I'll call people over to kill you right away!
You want to make me your male slave?
If my girlfriend finds out, she'll dig up your ancestors and kill them too, you stinking bitch..."
I cursed repeatedly, as crude as could be.
Even Mao Jing gave me an icy remark from beside me:
"You're becoming more and more like your master!"
Mao Jing's words made me pause for a moment, but I quickly laughed.
"It doesn't matter who I'm like. We can't lose in momentum."
The moment I finished speaking, the red-clad female ghost below the mountain could no longer take it.
"Dog of a man, I want you dead, dead..."
The last word was deafening and piercing.
Her red extreme-fiend energy surged as though she wanted to charge uphill.
But after floating upward barely a dozen steps, she was dragged back