Oscar Severs His Fingers, and Dai Mubai Runs Into Him on the Way to a Brothel

"Castrate himself?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked puzzled. "What do you mean?!"

"He'd crush the part he uses to vent his evil fire. Then he couldn't vent it anymore, and he wouldn't hurt any more girls, would he?"

Fang Fan smiled at Zhu Zhuqing, then turned to Ma Hongjun, his gaze calm, as though he were discussing something trivial.

"Uh..."

Oscar's eyelid twitched. How could someone so handsome be so inhuman? He wanted the guy to crush his own...

His own manhood...

And he said it so calmly, as if he were doing something righteous. What a monster.

The thought made Oscar tremble.

Thank goodness I don't need to vent evil fire, or I'd end up like that fat bastard.

Who are these two? They even know whether Spirit Hall has any elders from Shrek.

The more he thought about it, the less ordinary they seemed.

He wanted to run, but he couldn't. This place was a slaughterhouse.

"W-what are you going to do...?"

Ma Hongjun's eyes widened as though he had heard his death sentence.

Castrate myself?

What does that mean?

Then he connected it to being unable to vent his evil fire. He can't mean I have to destroy my own manhood, can he?

No way...

How can someone so handsome be this twisted?

The fat man began to shake.

He was afraid, and he regretted what he had done.

Why couldn't I control my evil fire? Why did I have to harass her?

Why did I try to drag off another man's wife?

Now I've done it, haven't I?

I've crossed someone I never should have crossed.

"It's all right. Don't be scared. You'll be doing it yourself. It might hurt a little."

Fang Fan spoke calmly. A red glint flashed through his eyes, and a trace of wicked intent invaded Ma Hongjun's body.

Ma Hongjun's eyes turned red. Like a puppet on strings, he raised his hand.

"Ah... My hand! Why can't I control it?"

He screamed and tried to pull it back, but it kept moving toward his crotch.

"No... You can't do this!"

Gritting his teeth, he fought desperately for control of his hand.

"Fuck you! Get back here, damn it!"

He clenched his teeth so hard they nearly broke and strained with all his might, but he still couldn't pull his hand away.

His hand seized his crotch.

Crunch. His fingers closed.

"Aah!"

A scream burst from the fat man's mouth, shrill as a pig being slaughtered and full of rage and hatred.

"Ugh..."

The sight of his bloodied crotch left him hollow with despair.

How did this happen?

I destroyed it myself!

No one would believe me if I told them.

Oscar stood nearby, so terrified he nearly wet himself. He stared at the fat man with wide, vacant eyes.

He could hardly believe what he had seen.

How did he crush his own crotch?

The sight was too bizarre, too horrifying.

Oscar couldn't bear to look.

This is insane.

Run...

If I don't, will I have to castrate myself too?

Oscar scrambled away on hands and knees.

But Fang Fan wasn't about to let him escape so easily.

Oscar hadn't stopped Ma Hongjun. He had joined in harassing Zhu Zhuqing, so he deserved punishment too.

Slash.

A blood-red sword flash severed two fingers from Oscar's right hand.

Blood sprayed. He tried to catch the fingers so they could be reattached later, but the sword intent instantly shredded them into a bloody mist.

"Ah..."

Oscar's eyes widened in shock. Luckily, he had reached out slowly. Otherwise, his other hand would have been shredded too.

"'A soul master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good soul master.' That saying is wrong. Remember that."

Fang Fan gave Oscar a glance, then slipped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and walked away with her.

Cold sweat poured off Oscar. Only after they had gone did he collapse to the ground, gasping for breath.

Why does that boy feel like a demon? He feels even stronger than Boss Dai—almost as powerful as Teacher Zhao.

Terrifying.

Two of his fingers were gone.

Was he trying to tell me something?

Two? Does it mean something?

Forget it. I should check on the fat man first.

Oscar went over to Ma Hongjun. The fat man lay on the ground like a dead dog, drenched in cold sweat and looking as though he had nothing left to live for. Oscar stared at him in disbelief.

"You damn fat bastard! You're acting like your life is over? I lost two fingers because of you! How the hell are you going to make that up to me?"

"Make it up to you, my ass... I'm ruined!

My whole life is ruined! Aah!"

Ma Hongjun howled, his voice raw with despair.

"I'll get revenge! I'll kill them!

I'll find Boss Dai!

Aah!

I'll find Teacher Zhao and the Dean!

They'll avenge me!"

His face twisted whenever he pictured what he had just done to himself.

Oscar turned and left.

"Oscar, you bastard... Get back here! Help me back!"

Ma Hongjun didn't know Oscar had come to resent him. If not for the fat man's evil fire, Oscar would still have his fingers.

With no one to help him, Ma Hongjun slowly got up. He picked up the half-eaten Recovery Sausage from earlier and finished it, easing the pain a little.

After a while, he could walk, so he made his way slowly toward Shrek Academy.

He walked with his legs pressed together, trembling from the pain.

The boy's words came back to him. Am I really worthless because I let my evil fire control me?

Was going to brothels just the solution the Dean came up with?

Was the Dean's solution wrong?

Was the Dean wrong when he said, "A soul master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good soul master"?

His whole view of the world seemed to crumble.

Has everything I've done been wrong?

Have I been too reckless?

Did Shrek's teaching turn me into this?

He remembered Grass Chicken Village, where everyone had a grass chicken martial soul.

His own grass chicken had mutated into the Evil Fire Phoenix, but it had also left him plagued by evil fire.

When Dean Flender found him and brought him to Shrek Academy, Ma Hongjun had been deeply grateful. He had seen Flender as his benefactor.

Today, it felt as though all of it had been wrong.

He hated them.

He hated that young couple.

And he hated Flender.

He had once taken pride in his Evil Fire Phoenix. Now he hated it.

Halfway back, his evil fire flared. With no way to vent it,

he collapsed into a ditch beside the road.

"Ugh... Aah..."

He cried out in agony. His round face turned purple-red, and veins bulged across his forehead.

It felt as though flames were scorching him from within. Tiny purple-red flames flickered from his pores, heat warped the air around him, and the edges of his clothes grew hot and began to smoke.

Evil fire surged through his meridians. Dark-red, web-like burn marks spread across his skin.

Before long, he passed out.

Oscar ran into Dai Mubai halfway back.

Dai Mubai was heading to a brothel to have some fun with the blonde twins. The thought of having one on each arm put him in a good mood.

Life at Shrek is great. None of the scheming I had to deal with in the Star Luo Empire.

"Oscar, what happened to you? Who beat you up? Boss Dai will take care of it!"

Dai Mubai frowned and stepped closer to examine him. The longer he looked, the colder his gaze grew. "You're a mess!"

"Boss Dai, it was awful!

We ran into a man and a woman. The woman was gorgeous but ice-cold, with an almost perfect figure. Her martial soul was a dark blue cat... Once she used Martial Soul Possession, she was incredibly fast and agile...

Ma Hongjun went up and flirted with her, saying she should spend the night with him. But then..."

Oscar broke off when he saw Dai Mubai's expression change.