The Tailor Shop.
Wrapped in the blue-green robe, Ren Ye was forced to curl up, as though experiencing a bout of constipation-except he wasn't the one constipated. He was the shit.
The garment slowly contracted, squeezing his body into something like a ball of flesh. Every bone in his body crackled and ground out of alignment, and before long, his entire body had shrunk by almost a quarter.
The unbearable pain drove Ren Ye to consider suicide. He felt as though his ribs had been snapped, their broken ends stabbing into his lungs and heart, leaving a bloody hole with every thrust.
"Cough, cough...!"
The pain blurred his consciousness and brought on hallucinations. He kept feeling blood in his mouth, so he coughed incessantly, trying to spit out whatever was blocking his throat.
Not far away, white foam gathered at the corners of Granny Wang's mouth as she muttered nonstop, "Too small, too small...!"
Fuck, this old woman never shuts up. I should've brought Brother Tiger here to give her a good beating. That would've straightened her out.
This old woman was downright nasty. The more she muttered, the smaller the garment became, so naturally, Ren Ye seethed with hatred, almost driven mad with rage.
Even at this point, however, he still hadn't used his mystical ability to fight the bizarre robe. He held on through sheer willpower while thinking of a way out.
Clearly, the Little Bad King's endurance and mental fortitude were still outstanding.
Don't panic. Stay calm. Stay calm...
The robe grew smaller and smaller. The fabric at its collar extended upward along Ren Ye's cheeks, slowly enveloping his head completely.
An intense sensation of suffocation swept over him. Ren Ye felt he could no longer breathe and was about to lose consciousness.
*I can't use my