It Is Time to Torture Shendu

Sheep Talisman.

Known as the most useless of the Twelve Talismans.

Its ability was astral projection and dream intrusion.

If one really had to point out something powerful about it, it was probably that it allowed one to patrol in a spiritual form and then peep on beautiful girls taking a bath?

However, another one...

Oh, my god!! This is a mask of the Shadowkhan Army!!

Quickly take it down, and next, you will get a labor force that surpasses Naruto!!!

The Surplus Value Prompt Device was screaming right there.

Chapter 12 It Is Time to Torture Shendu

Shadowkhan masks.

One of the magical items in Jackie Chan Adventures.

There are ten in total.

The ten masks possessed the magical power to summon countless numbers of the Shadow Clone Army without limit, while also turning the wearer into a demon and enhancing their physical fitness.

Enhancing physical fitness could hardly be considered novel.

However, the Shadow Clone Army were super-duper easy-to-use servants.

--The soldiers of the Shadow Clone Army could turn into shadows and freely shuttle through any ground and walls at will. They moved silently in the world of the shadow dimension, possessing agile skills and martial arts, as well as the ability to conjure weapons out of shadows. Because they were transformed from shadows themselves, they never needed to eat or sleep.

The mask Valmont sent was the Nijia Mask, one of the top ten masks, corresponding to the Ninja Army.

According to the plot, shouldn't this thing be in Shendu's palace in Hong Kong?

How on earth did Valmont get his hands on this thing?

Russell's thoughts were a bit chaotic.

Don't worry about those details. What should be considered now is how to gain control of the Ninja Army through this mask.

The Prompt Device's speech pulled Russell's thoughts back to reality.

Let him think, how did Shendu control the Shadow Clone Army again?

It seemed to rely on incantations.

However, he didn't know them himself.

Russell fell into deep thought. He couldn't be said to be thoroughly versed in all ancient and modern subjects regarding mysticism, but he could definitely be called a leftover fish of the nine-year compulsory education.

Shouldn't this mean quickly torturing Shendu?

That old thief dragon was also due to drop some gold coins!!

That was well said.

However, how on earth could one torture a demon that had already turned into a sculpture?

Russell fell into deep thought once again.

"Boom--"

A petite-figured girl was using the Dragon Talisman to conduct blasting work against the huge rocks in the mining area.

"Huihui, I want to ask how your Crimson Demon Tribe usually tortures demons."

Russell walked up to her side and asked.

Crimson Demon Tribe.

A tribe of mentally ill people, that was them.

They were once regarded as mortal enemies by the Demon King, and even gods, upon hearing of this group of people, would feel a headache as if they were possessed by the Ruined King.

"Ah... what do you mean by torture?"

Huihui certainly didn't like hearing those words.

She put down the talisman in her hand, placed her hands on her hips, and arched her slender eyebrows, seemingly wanting to vindicate her ethnic group.

"Our tribe never does things like that! Getting along with demons is limited to nothing more than summoning them a few times for nothing, trying to sign master-servant contracts, using them to test medicinal herbs, and doing a few experiments!"

Those words made Russell freeze for a moment, and then his expression turned immensely joyful.

In terms of not acting like human beings, the Crimson Demon Tribe truly always excelled. No wonder the Demon King always wore an expression of wanting to slaughter their entire clan and scatter their ashes to the winds.

"Yes, yes, yes, what I want to ask for guidance on is precisely this."

"..."

Huihui's moist eyes widened slightly.

She pondered carefully, seemingly realizing a tiny problem, and then quickly straightened her face, picking up the talisman to get back to work.

This topic could not be delved into any further.

If it went any deeper, the Crimson Demon Tribe's already terrible reputation would probably have to be dug a few dozen meters lower than the foundations.

"Ahem, a raise can be given, my dear Huihui."

Seeming to notice that Huihui didn't really want to bother with him, the young man gently coughed twice.

The girl's eyes lit up in an instant.

"Ahem, Boss, do you have any requests?"

A smile quickly appeared on her delicate little face, and her canine teeth were slightly exposed, looking exceptionally cute.

"I need to know how to control the Shadowkhan General's army that obeys the orders from inside here without putting on this mask."

Russell picked up a mask and placed it in front of Huihui.

"Extracting the magic power of a demon sealed artifact? Hmm, it sounds pretty difficult."

"However, if it's just making this demon's subordinates produce a misjudgment, it's quite simple."

"Hmm, as long as you carry this mask with you, and then bring along an Aura-Sharing Magic Tool, that'll do."

Huihui looked at the mask, pondered for a moment, and spoke thus.

"Ah?"

Russell was shocked.

Huihui actually knew how to utilize the Shadow Clone Army?

What the hell!!

Wasn't this chick a one-time-use artillery piece concurrent with Dragon Talisman amplifier duties?

"What kind of look is that?!"

Feeling Russell's gaze, Huihui instantly bristled.

"I am the number one in Crimson Demon Village!!"

In a tribe of Archmages where everyone was a Hero candidate, being able to take first place meant Huihui indeed had a lot of substance.

It was just unfortunate that her brain had a few problems, and she used all her magical power on Explosion Magic.

If this chick's brain were even remotely normal, her life would transform into an overpowered protagonist's adventure story.

"Ahem... I just realized that you might be even smarter than I imagined."

Russell gave a light cough and said.

"I have always been a genius."

Huihui held her head high and puffed out her chest, then poked the mask on the side again.

"An item that shares an aura with this demon mask—hm, making an item of this level is something my dad can do."

A polite yet awkward expression immediately surfaced on Russell's face.

Hyosaburo.

Huihui's father. His magic power was considered very strong even within the Crimson Demon Tribe, but because he frequently invented some bizarre magic tools, it resulted in their family being very poor and often unable to eat solid food for three days straight.

Even in Crimson Demon Village, where everyone was mentally ill, he was referred to as a weirdo.

Was there really no problem letting that bird-brain make a tool?

Seeming to notice the drastic change in Russell's expression, Huihui couldn't help laughing dryly as well.

Ah...

She almost forgot that Russell was a prophet possessing abilities similar to future sight.

Her old man's idiot demeanor simply couldn't be concealed at all.

"...Dad is an incompetent good-for-nothing, but, if Mom stands by his side, Dad will curb his creative desires."

Huihui wiped away cold sweat and hurriedly added.

"Well, actually, it doesn't matter whether the quality is good or bad, since you'll be the one using it anyway."

Russell looked at Huihui, who didn't even seem to believe herself, and said with a smile.

"Everyone is actually a cadre of the company. In the early stages, cadres just barely manage by doing the hard labor; in the later stages, we will definitely find other people to do the work. Yeah, the Shadow Clone Army is just used as coolies for you guys."

"I'm not on the front lines of the construction site; the Shadow Mask will most likely be held by you or Naruto."

Ah!!!

Huihui's eyes widened.

If that old geezer messed things up, wouldn't she be the first one to suffer bad luck?

"I will definitely watch dad together with mom!"

Huihui looked as though her entire being was burning with determination.

Well, very good, very spirited.

Russell nodded with satisfaction.

"Then, the matter of making the tool to control the Shadow Legion is left to you."

Upholding the predecessor's guideline of working something to death if it was useful, Russell placed both hands on Huihui's shoulders with a solemn expression.

"Mm..."

Huihui wiped the sweat from her forehead.

This matter had to be done very well, otherwise she might be finished.

Then, as if remembering something else again, she transferred the red envelope Valmont had given her over to Huihui.

"Even though you guys can already provide me with tools to control the Shadow Clone Army, Shendu is still left to you."

"I hope you'll take him back to your hometown to fiercely tort—have a good communication session, and make him spit out the summoning incantations he knows, preferably all the magic spells he knows."

In theory, Huihui could already resolve the issue of the Shadow Clone Army.

However, a lot of grease should still be squeezed out of that old thing Shendu.

Just because he had a few gold coins in his hands didn't mean he wouldn't torture the old thing Shendu.

Whatever was due to drop gold coins still had to be dropped.

"That old bastard Shendu still looks quite stylish. Serving as an exhibition piece in your village might provide you with some pocket money?"

"Okay!!"

Upon hearing about pocket money, Huihui regained her spirit as well.

Russell watched Huihui off as she returned to her own world, but upon turning around, he saw the mine pit that hadn't finished exploding yet, along with the Dragon Talisman Huihui had left on the table before she departed...

What should be done about this job?

Russell fell into deep thought, then looked toward Naruto not far away.

Let's make Naruto suffer a bit more.