After the spinning manure bucket struck a villager who tried to block it with a hoe, its buzzing grew sharper and more urgent, and its rotation visibly picked up another notch! Under the centrifugal force, the yellowish-brown layer of "non-Newtonian fluid" on its walls held the manure dipper and bucket firmly together, giving off an even stronger, more pungent stench.
Crazy Ghost's movements grew stranger still. He no longer simply charged and smashed; working in tandem with the spinning "Whirlpool Yellow Dragon Hammer," he became a top whirling at high speed, his feet tracing a dazzling pattern of steps. One moment, he turned sideways, sending the spinning manure bucket howling past another villager's body, the gust it raised stinging the man's cheeks; the next, he ducked low, the bucket spinning almost flush with the ground as it swept at his enemies' legs, forcing them to scramble and jump clear.
Just as another vicious impact smashed a wooden stick to splinters, a sudden change occurred! Perhaps the impact was too strong, or perhaps the rotation had reached some critical speed, but the manure bucket, previously fitted snugly over the dipper, abruptly flew outward! Yet it did not separate completely. A viscous, yellowish-brown, foul-smelling "Fluid Chain" rapidly stretched into shape between the bucket and dipper, linking them together!
The "chain" twisted and stretched through the air, gleaming eerily. It looked incredibly resilient and somehow did not snap under the high-speed swinging! The manure bucket had now truly become a "meteor hammer" connected by "non-Newtonian fluid," capable of ranged attacks-or, more vividly, a huge, disgusting... yellow-slurry flying guillotine!
"Hey, watch my ultimate move! Whirlpool Swimming Dragon Hammer!"
Crazy Ghost let out a bizarre cry, deftly flicking and turning his wrist. The dipper connected to the manure bucket moved in his hand like a juggler's prop. With just a light flick of his wrist, the bucket he had flung out seemed to come alive, tracing a tricky arc through the air, circling around a villager's desperately raised pitchfork, and smashing hard into the back of another man behind him!
With a muffled squelch, accompanied by a faint sound that might have been bone cracking and the victim's agonized scream, the man pitched forward like a kite with its string cut. Even more astonishingly, this ranged hit seemed to inject fresh energy into the spinning manure bucket! The yellow "chain" suddenly pulled taut, transmitting a reactive force that drove the bucket to spin even faster in midair, its buzzing growing more piercing!
Crazy Ghost's wrist danced, lifting, thrusting, sweeping, and smashing, the manure dipper in his hand seemingly transformed into the most precise conductor's baton. The yellow-slurry "chain" connected to the bucket sometimes straightened like a steel whip and lashed out, sending people flying; at other times, it coiled like a nimble snake, winding around obstacles to attack from unexpected angles. Every hit dealt his enemies a double blow, physical and mental, while allowing the spinning manure bucket to accumulate more kinetic energy, its power building layer upon layer!
Faced with this bizarre method of attack, unlike anything they had ever heard of or seen, the villagers' morale finally collapsed completely. This was no fight-they were simply being toyed with and brutally slaughtered by a madman wielding the filthiest weapon in the world! Fear overwhelmed anger. The surviving villagers shrieked, threw away their "weapons," and scrambled to flee, wishing their parents had given them another pair of legs. Before the shack, only a scene of devastation remained, along with a few unfortunate souls lying on the ground, wailing and groaning, their bodies covered in indescribable substances.
Watching the villagers scatter in disheveled flight, Crazy Ghost curled his lips into a strange, smug grin. With a light flick of his wrist, the yellow "non-Newtonian Fluid Chain" connecting the manure bucket abruptly retracted as though alive.
The bucket he had flung out traced a precise arc through the air and landed steadily beside his feet. More miraculously, during its retrieval, most of the splattered yellow slurry obediently flowed back into the bucket, as though drawn by invisible threads, with hardly any lost.
Crazy Ghost hefted the "weapon" in his hand and bellowed after the slowest villagers, "Hey! Run faster! Faster! What are you dawdling for? Whoever runs too slowly and ends up last, my 'gold' won't go easy on you! Don't say I didn't warn you-once this stuff gets on you, you'll stink even after you wash it off!"
The stragglers were frightened out of their wits. Summoning every ounce of strength they had used to suckle as babies, they stumbled and scrambled out of sight at the end of the path.
At the distant alley entrance, Xiao Yan was long gone. As soon as Xiao Yi began swinging that "yellow-slurry flying guillotine" to launch ranged attacks, Xiao Yan had wisely chosen a strategic retreat. He wanted nothing to do with this "madman" who could turn filth into such elaborate tricks. Heaven knew what other shocking things the fellow might do. If that sort of "weapon" caught him in its splash, even jumping into the Yellow River would never wash him clean.
Meanwhile, Ling Ying had also quietly escorted Xun'er away from their previous hiding place, moving somewhere farther away and safer. Only after confirming that the villagers had completely routed and Xiao Yi seemed to have no intention of pursuing them did Ling Ying breathe a little easier.
Xun'er blinked her bright eyes, clear as autumn waters, as she watched the distant figure carrying a manure bucket on his shoulder and seemingly strutting about in triumph. Disgust appeared on her face, mingled with curiosity and amusement. Turning toward Ling Ying beside her, she asked in a voice both slightly childish and earnest, "Elder Ling, do you think... we could take him back to the Gu Clan? With those skills of his, he'd surely be excellent at... um... growing vegetables and spreading fertilizer! Look how accurately he throws it, and with such force!"
Hearing his young mistress's wildly fanciful idea, even the composed Ling Ying could not stop the corners of his mouth from twitching. A bizarre scene instantly arose in his mind.
In the Gu Clan's medicinal fields, where spiritual energy swirled and immortal herbs grew everywhere, a youth in strange clothing grinned eerily as he swung a rapidly spinning manure bucket that emitted a pungent stench. Yellowish-brown "fertilizer" filled the sky, landing precisely at the roots of every spiritual plant like blossoms scattered by a celestial maiden... The scene was so beautiful that Ling Ying hardly dared imagine it.
He shook his head, banishing this horrifying association, and restored his gentle, respectful smile before telling Xun'er, "Haha, you jest, young mistress. This person's origins are unknown, and his way of doing things is rather too... unique. Whether to recruit him would likely require a decision from the clan's elders. It is not something this old servant can decide."
After a pause, he added, "Besides, judging by him, I'm afraid the Gu Clan's people might mock him, and then he'd bring out that forbidden, filthy weapon..."
Xun'er nodded thoughtfully, her gaze returning to the distant figure, who had already begun cleaning up the "battlefield." The unusual gleam in her eyes grew stronger. This youth called Crazy Ghost was certainly interesting, but his actions were truly nauseating.
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