Cannon-Fodder Heiress Turns the Tables by Fortune-Telling-Chapter 830 - 828: I Prefer Collective Punishment!

Chapter 830: Chapter 828: I Prefer Collective Punishment!

The small master uncle’s gaze came over, and Ginsengfruit felt it could still hold on, but the Little Paperman was already scared into hiccups.

"Master Huai Yi, do you have any business?"

The small master uncle said nonchalantly, "I’m someone who likes collective punishment!"

When Ginsengfruit and the Little Paperman reacted, they were already tied together, like gourd babies on a vine.

Indeed, sometimes when you have a premonition that you’re about to be in trouble, you truly end up in trouble.

The inverted Ginsengfruit suddenly understood why the Host was always so resistant whenever tied up by Master Huai Yi.

This feeling of being tied up and then suspended was indeed a bit stifling.

Ginsengfruit looked at Xie Xuzhi not far away with his back turned to them, his face slightly flushed.

Not knowing if it was due to the blood rushing from hanging upside down, or just a feeling of embarrassment.

After tidying up Yun Ran and Ginsengfruit, the small master uncle instantly felt his mood was smoother.

Looking again at Xie Xuzhi and the White Tiger ’obediently’ crouching over there, he felt more at ease.

The White Tiger watched as the woman it feared was easily dealt with by the wooden man before its eyes.

When its gaze met the small master uncle’s, the White Tiger instinctively felt guilty, wanting to bury its head.

"You’re the Demon King of this Death Mountain?"

The small master uncle’s tone clearly carried disdain.

Originally, the small master uncle dismissed Dragon Spirit as just a little mudskipper, unworthy even to play.

Now that Dragon Spirit had evolved more purely, it was spared from feeling completely useless to the small master uncle.

Unexpectedly, the Demon King deeply feared by other great demons turned out to be like this now.

At most, it only retained about thirty percent of its former power.

No wonder Yun Ran could capture it and let it willingly serve as Yun Ran’s mount.

The small master uncle didn’t deliberately do anything, but his inherent pressure was not something ordinary life could withstand.

The White Tiger glanced at Yun Ran, who was affixed with an Invisibility Talisman. Although its eyes couldn’t pinpoint Yun Ran’s exact position, it could sniff out Yun Ran’s scent location.

Previously, Yun Ran speculated that it was merely the Demon King’s cub, and it didn’t deny it, just not wanting Yun Ran to make a joke out of it.

Now its identity was exposed, and the White Tiger wanted to see Yun Ran’s reaction.

Would it be surprised, or look at it with disdain?

In fact, Yun Ran was indeed amazed when hearing the small master uncle say this guy was the Demon King.

Perhaps truly not expecting the Demon King to be so weak.

Yun Ran twisted her body, trying to break free from the restraints, but she had improved, and the small master uncle was clearly no longer the small master uncle from three years ago.

The rope binding Yun Ran got tighter the more she struggled.

In the end, Yun Ran could only give up, waiting for the rope to automatically release when the time was up.

The White Tiger didn’t directly answer the small master uncle’s question, but sometimes not answering was the answer itself.

The small master uncle withdrew his gaze from the White Tiger.

He respected children’s interests greatly; since Yun Ran liked the White Tiger, as long as it didn’t harm Yun Ran, he wouldn’t intervene despite his disdain.

"This space was disrupted by me, currently in a state of chaos. It’ll need the airflow to settle down before finding the way out again."

Having said this, the small master uncle directly tossed Yun Ran, bound like a dumpling, onto the White Tiger’s back.

He intended to punish Yun Ran well, but with the warm flesh cushion there, he couldn’t bear to let Yun Ran suffer at all. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

After handling these matters, the small master uncle finally sat down, planning to engage in Breathing Control. He had consumed quite a bit by consecutively extracting the Spirit Puppet.

The party now paused in a temporarily peaceful state, resting while waiting to find an exit later.

Meanwhile, outside the Demon-locking Tower.

Dragon Spirit led several from the Special Administration Bureau, frantically striking those giant stone pillars, determined to retrieve the Magic Artifacts inside.

"Brother Long, this is the twelfth pillar already. This place is really large, with just our few people, aiming to quickly break all these pillars might take some time."

These stone pillars could be easily knocked down with a single claw from Dragon Spirit, but Dragon Spirit needed to oversee the entirety.

It guarded against any fish slipping through the net attempting a sneak attack.

Earlier they encountered several groups of great demons attacking them unexpectedly, aiming genuinely to tear them apart.

If Dragon Spirit hadn’t been there, accompanying him, how many of the Special Administration Bureau people would’ve died.

Dragon Spirit looked at the speaker, knowing he was merely conveying the facts, not complaining.

"Hold steady first, other Special Administration Bureau members should be arriving soon."

They had led the vanguard and had been here quite a while, having cleared almost all paths ahead.

If they kept dawdling, Dragon Spirit would genuinely suspect whether these people were incompetent.

If they were truly so useless, with such low efficiency, they ought to spend some time contemplating their actions.

The Special Administration Bureau members Dragon Spirit had in mind stared at the Dragon-breaking Stone, as imposing as those in the Imperial Mausoleum, feeling quite speechless.

"Isn’t this the mechanism of this tunnel? Almost at the door, suddenly blocked,—is this a joke!"

"After a Dragon-breaking Stone descends, it’s hard to pass through smoothly. Shouldn’t we look for other ways?"

"Haven’t you heard, all other routes are dead ends; we can only go this way."

...

Amidst chatter, some sensed the rising temperature in the tunnel and struggled increasingly to breathe.

"After the Dragon-breaking Stone fell, the air inside and other exhaust outlets faced a sealed issue..."

"Step aside; let me handle this!"

Only then did they hear a chilling female voice, wearing a baseball cap, she seamlessly merged into the shadows in the tunnel.

In their peripheral vision, some noticed her passing by, catching a glimpse of a fair glow.

These folks were generally sourced from nearby action points, some acquainted with each other, while others unfamiliar wasn’t unusual.

The woman was touching around the stone wall, seemingly searching for a mechanism.

Her hands were excessively pale, even revealing an unhealthy look.

Anyone approaching her felt as if nearing ice.

Despite this, no one ever suspected anything, for the Special Administration Bureau had all sorts of peculiar physiques.