Villain Path

Chapter 17. Parade of Famished Spirits

The Autumn Parade of Famished Spirits looked like a festive procession. Some spirits carried lanterns, some spirits were themselves lanterns, ghostly lights hovered over the procession. It looked solemn! Who could not be spotted in this crowd by Al. Hitherto unseen creatures appeared before him, but the most amazing thing was that they were in no hurry to attack!

As the procession swept over the place where teacher Shen, teacher Muan and Al stood, hidden under the masks of spirits, it was as if they were drawn into this formation. Moments later, Al found himself marching alongside a strange fish"headed spirit. Turning abruptly, he was relieved to find the teacher walking beside him.

Despite the environment of amazing creatures around, the young man was much more concerned about the events that happened in Pad Sallan and what his teacher told him. "Someday you can take revenge on me." But what if Al didn't want to take revenge on him? Yes, he still could not just take and forget all the insults that the teacher had inflicted on him in the past ... And he really, very much wanted him to understand how much he hurt!! But he also didn't want to hurt the teacher. It was a rather contradictory feeling. He probably wanted to hit after all. Remembering that cold, self"satisfied face, he wanted to hit him, wipe the grin from those lips! But he hit the wrong person. And the one who gently squeezed him in his arms. He didn't defend himself. With his spirit level, he could have easily deflected any attack of Al, but he didn't defend himself!

The young man thought about it, clenching his fists. Teacher and Teacher Muan walked slightly ahead now. Al just now noticed that Muan was wearing only underwear, while Shen was wearing his outer robe. When he saw this picture, his gaze darkened, and his fists clenched even tighter.

Shen, meanwhile, tried to spot the main character in the crowd, but instead noticed Se Sial. Turning pale, he quickly backed up, trying to leave unnoticed. If she now asks him where her daughter is and realizes that he himself does not know, she will put a liver on his spleen!

Changing the direction of his movement, Shen accidentally bumped into a high spirit.

"Uy. Old Man Plenty-Handed!" low bass stretched that.

"Hshshshch," Shen hissed, remembering that the Plenty-Handed has no mouth.

It seems that the high spirit remained satisfied with the dialogue, he calmly continued to move forward.

Muan and Al were finally able to catch up with him again.

"What are you doing?" Muan whispered, slowing down after Shen.

"There is Se Sial in front of us!"

This phrase was enough for Muan to understand everything. Dozens of spirits swept past them as they pretended they were just walking slowly. Finally, among the real spirits, they were able to spot another fake one. Se Sial with high hair was easy for Shen to recognize, but the identity was more difficult to guess.

But this "false spirit" also noticed them, and whispered:

"Lord Muan."

"Lord Ren," he said in tune.

Shen mentally snorted.

"Where are your disciples?" he asked.

"Their identities were revealed."

"No wonder. Perhaps they greeted all lords following the example of their teacher!"

"Save your strength for jokes over lord Muan," Ren advised him.

Lord Muan raised eyebrows in surprise, not quite understanding, whether this phrase carries an offensive implication for him.

"Hear," whispering came to Shen from behind," some kind of Plenty-Handed Spirit talkative today... Kind of before he did nothing but mooing gave out...