Ch 405: Drained Dry By A Fish

Just as I was about to grab Lao Dao, he had already opened the door.

Lao Dao was now determined to go to the next room.

“Brother Chen, I know what you’re worried about. Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

Lao Dao reassured me, saying there wouldn’t be any problems.

“Even if it’s a ghost, I’m not afraid. Tonight, I’m definitely going to quit one of lewdness and cowardice!”

Lao Dao said, patting his chest.

I could only silently exclaim and give Lao Dao a thumbs-up.

He probably doesn’t know how high immortals can jump.

Lao Dao carefully left the room and then closed the door for me.

I could only sit on the bed and start praying for Lao Dao.

……

The room had excellent lighting. The moon was very round tonight, and the moonlight spilled onto the windowsill, adding a touch of tranquility.

I opened the window and could even hear the chirping of insects outside.

When it was late at night and quiet, I decided to go to the attic first to take a look.

There must be something suspicious about this, but I haven’t found it yet.

I opened the room, preparing to call Lao Dao.

But unfortunately, Lao Dao’s door was locked from the inside. I went to the door.

The door was an ordinary wooden board door, so the sound insulation was poor.

I could vaguely hear Lao Dao calling for his mother.

To think this pervert has this kind of hobby.

I could only leave Lao Dao and go to the attic to check.

To my surprise, the attic on the second floor was very spacious.

Unlike the first floor, the first floor had many rooms. When I left, I roughly counted them; there were at least ten rooms.

But the second-floor attic only had one room.

The rest was a wide-open space, and there was a huge reservoir.

Water again.

I held my breath and tiptoed over.

】”Strange, why is there only one room? There are at least four of them!”

I muttered to myself, feeling something was strange.

The room on the second floor was small, even smaller than the one Lao Dao and I were staying in.

I took a closer look; the door was ajar and not locked.

I gritted my teeth, carefully pushing it open with one hand while holding my Thunderstrike Sword with the other.

I was prepared to fight head-on.

But unfortunately, when I opened the door, there was only a bed, some ordinary furniture, and a small water jar.

There were some clothes on the bed, some worn by the elderly, some by young people, and some by children.

That woman should be in Lao Dao’s room, so where are the rest?

I had a bold speculation, but I’m not sure yet.

I continued to examine the room. There were many wall paintings on the walls, depicting the deities of Haopo Village.

The furthest one was an eagle owl.

The eagle owl’s eyes stared at me intently, as if it were a living thing.

At the same time, the eagle owl tattoo on my arm also reacted with the eagle owl, a unique resonance.

Suddenly, the eagle owl on the wall cried out, its voice crisp and sharp.

It seemed to penetrate the entire space.

I finally remembered why I always felt that my tattoo was missing something. Now I know.

It was missing this living creature’s cry.

Only an eagle owl that can cry is a true eagle owl.

The eagle owl tattoo on my arm also started to move, opening its mouth, but unfortunately, it couldn’t make a sound.

The eagle owl on the wall seemed to be asking me for something, calling out continuously.

I didn’t have anything to eat on me. There was betel nut given by the Old Master in my empty pocket, so I threw it over.

The eagle owl on the wall made a sound of disgust and spat out the betel nut.

Obviously, it didn’t like eating betel nut.

At this time, I remembered the two beads I found in the fat woman’s room.

Without hesitation, I threw the two beads from my pocket.

This time, the eagle owl on the wall opened its mouth and swallowed the beads. From the looks of it, the eagle owl was very satisfied with this food.

“It worked!”

I saw that after it swallowed the two beads, its expression was very excited.

The eagle owl on the wall contentedly burped and then disappeared into the wall, returning to its original wall painting.

“That’s it?”

I scratched my head, feeling like I had been tricked.

I finally found a way to feed this thing, and then, nothing happened?

The eagle owl tattoo on my arm vibrated again.

Following the sensing of the eagle owl tattoo, I walked towards the wall painting.

“Do you mean to have me put my hand on this wall painting?”

I looked at the wall painting and tentatively asked the tattoo.

Unexpectedly, the tattoo vibrated buzzingly.

I guess I was right.

I put my hand on it. The next second, the wall painting began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tattoo on my arm also became fuller.

Although I don’t know why this happened, I could clearly sense that my body felt very comfortable now.

Those two beads contained very powerful energy.

After the eagle owl on the wall was full, it gave back to the tattoo.

This is a kind of pig-raising mode, right?

I pulled down my sleeve, covering the tattoo.

Then I wandered around the room again, found nothing else, and prepared to leave.

As soon as I pushed open the door, that beautiful woman was standing at the entrance.

The woman’s expression was quite satisfied, as if she had just enjoyed a feast.

In the woman’s hand, she was holding a small fish tank, and there seemed to be something like a fish inside the fish tank.

I gripped my sword, ready to attack at any time.

But the woman seemed not to see me, walked around me, and walked straight towards the small water pool in the room.

I quickly went downstairs to check on Lao Dao.

I had a bad feeling.

Lao Dao, that old boy, wouldn’t he be drained dry?

I quickly rushed to Lao Dao’s room. Lao Dao’s room was now ajar.

When I came in, Lao Dao was putting on his pants.

“Lao Dao, are you alright?”

I rushed in and asked anxiously.

I was afraid that Lao Dao had suffered an accident.

Lao Dao was not as weak as I had imagined, only slightly pale, and his face still had an afterglow of satisfaction.

Even with my toes, I could guess what had happened.

“Brother Chen, you’re here. You don’t know what just happened, ah!”

Lao Dao couldn’t help but laugh, probably his dreams would be sweet from now on.

“I went upstairs to take a look, and the Mistress found me when I came back. I was afraid something was wrong with you, so I came to check on you. It seems you’re fine.”

I carefully observed Lao Dao and confirmed that he was only a little weak but had no major problems.

As I thought, the other party did take away some of Lao Dao’s yang energy, but not too much.

Some was left for Lao Dao.

“Ah, Brother Chen, you went upstairs? Weren’t you afraid of being discovered by them?”

Lao Dao was worried about me when he heard I went upstairs.

“This place is too strange. There’s only one room upstairs, and I only saw the Mistress. The old man, the child, and the Master are all gone.”

I closed the door for Lao Dao and sat down on a chair.

Lao Dao frowned after hearing this: “Only one room? Didn’t see anyone else? Did they go out?”

I shook my head and told Lao Dao that my window faced the gate. If anyone went out, I would have noticed.

“You mean they’re really ghosts?” Lao Dao was a little dumbfounded, becoming more and more afraid the more he heard.

“Not really. Your yang energy was very strong just now. Ordinary ghosts would definitely not get too close to you.”

I denied Lao Dao’s statement.

Then I looked at the table. There was some spilled water on the table, probably from the fish tank.

I was a little puzzled. Since the Mistress was interested in Lao Dao, why would she go to the trouble of bringing a fish?

I then asked Lao Dao for details. Lao Dao blushed first, then vividly told me what happened.

When Lao Dao mentioned that the Mistress was very interesting and even blindfolded him, I was a little unsettled, and an absurd idea popped into my mind.

I asked Lao Dao if the Mistress had brought a fish tank or anything when she came.

Lao Dao was stunned: “No, why would she bring a fish tank for no reason?”

I felt a little sorry for Lao Dao now.

I’m afraid that what the Boss Lady used to extract yang energy was the fish in the fish tank.

If so, it would make sense.

“Don’t worry, Brother Chen, even if she’s a ghost, I’m not at a loss, and besides, you said she’s not.”

Lao Dao started to self-hypnotize.

I really wanted to tell Lao Dao that it wasn’t the Boss Lady who extracted his yang energy, it might have been just a fish.