Lord of Pets

31-40

Chapter 31: Fat White Hair

Bai Wushang was in rags, and stumbled to get up from the ground.

At the moment of the explosion just now, he had turned around in time to rush out some distance, so he was only shaken by the aftershocks, and was basically unhurt.

Smoke was everywhere, the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning, and there were clusters of flames burning.

Bai Wushang choked on the smoke, and struggled to stare with reddened eyes at the Ghost Vine’s shriveled and largely charred body.

[Status]: Satiated/heavily wounded/lightly poisoned/lightly paralyzed/moderately burned/shivering/in a trance/…

“Good, good, just stay alive.” Bai Wushang stopped his worries.

Probably because of the unique environment of the dark forest, the flames that sputtered around didn’t spread much further, but instead became a good source of light.

Bai Wushang paced closer to the Ghost Vine, his face filled with joy.

“The days of this master personally taking the field for blood are at an end! Oh, Ghost Vine, Ghost Vine, don’t blame me. In the future, I’ll bring you the lap of luxury, and absolutely won’t treat you poorly…”

Bai Wushang rambled on, and he summoned the Book of Oaths from the vortex of soul power with a thought.

The silver-white pages clattered and flipped, a black soul seal leaping out.

He reached out and grabbed the soul seal, about to slap it at the Ghost Vine’s tattered bud.

Just then, a cloud of gray shadows suddenly fell from the air with irresistible force.

The corners of Bai Wushang’s eyes jumped, and he instinctively leaped backward.

Pa!

With a sound similar to a water balloon breaking, the gray shadow smashed down on the roots of the Ghost Vine, splashing a large amount of mud.

“A mud blast?”

Bai Wushang identified the skill as a control skill that was not too deadly but was nasty enough.

Once hit head-on by a mud blast, the mud that broke open would cling stubbornly to the victim.

If it weren’t cleaned in time, when the mud completely set, it would form a natural shackle that drastically limited the flexibility of the victim’s body.

The Ghost Vine, which was already heavily wounded, was unable to struggle at all, and at this time, the lowermost part of the main vine was all covered with mud, drying and solidifying at a visible speed.

“Don’t be afraid, fellow student. We’re here to save you!”

A fat white-haired man burst out from a bush not far away, and greeted Bai Wushang with a smile.

Behind him, a man and woman followed.

The male was tall and strong, definitely over two meters, with thick eyebrows and dark skin. He was carrying a thick, long wooden stick, his aura domineering.

The female, petite and delicate, and with short pink hair and beautiful bow ornaments visible on the top of her head, on her cuffs, and at her waist, was walking at the moment, tearing into the skewer of meat in her hand with a serious look of concentration.

Quickly scanning through the basic features of the three, Bai Wushang saw a crawling creature following at the tall man’s feet as his pupils narrowed.