HELP! These Girls Wants To Kill Me-Chapter 225

"Heh! So eager?" The old man spat to his side as he suppressed the pain in his fingers.

"Must be someone really special if you are this eager."

"Let me guess..."

"Mommy?"

His words enraged Yang Ze, who, without a word, raised his right foot and smashed it on the old man’s hand that was tightly wrapped up with bandages.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

"Good. GOOD. GIVE ME PAIN."

Looking at the man’s crazed state, Yang Ze showed no mercy. He simply twisted the foot above the old man, inflicting even more pain, but the only thing he got in response was an even wilder laugh.

By now, the crude bandages that Yang Ze used to stop his bleeding have turned dark red, oozing with blood.

But Yang Ze didn’t show any mercy. On the contrary, he kept on applying more and more force. He wanted to see just how long the old man could hold onto. He wanted to see just how long he was going to keep on this brave facade, but even after increasing the strength, the old man’s expression didn’t change. He merely kept on laughing wildly.

In the end, it was Yang Ze who gave up. Lifting his foot, he simply sat down beside the old man, quietly watching him until his wild laughter stopped. It was only then that he grabbed him by the hair and asked again.

"Where are the techniques?"

"...."

"...."

The old man didn’t give an immediate reply but instead let out a smirk before asking in a low voice.

"Where do you think they are?"

This time, Yang Ze didn’t torture him. He was afraid that if he went further, the old man would die an untimely death. Even though the old bastard could control the black fog, he was nevertheless a mortal, barely clinging onto life. The only noteworthy thing about him was his unpredictability.

If he were to die from his torture, Yang Ze wouldn’t even have tears to cry.

"Fine." Yang Ze suddenly let go of him as he relaxed his body backwards before giving the old man a shrug. "You win."

"How can I get those techniques from you?"

The old man was waiting exactly for those words. The moment Yang Ze asked him this question, he immediately let out a victorious smile before looking towards the vines binding his body.

"How about removing these vines first?"

"So that you could use that black fog again?" Yang Ze simply shook his head in response. "Not happening."

"I won’t use the black fog. I can promise you that." The old man spoke in a hoarse voice.

"How about you give me the techniques and I will free you and won’t cause you any harm."

"I can promise you that." Yang Ze repeated the old man’s words back to him.

"...."

"..."

"Well, this is not going to work, is it?" After a brief silence, the old man merely snorted in response, clearly displeased by the way Yang Ze was handling things. He had already promised the brat that he wouldn’t be using the black fog, but he was still so cautious. Never in his life had he seen someone so distrusting of others.

"How about I make a heavenly oath?" Yang Ze thought for a moment before adding further. "I can make a heavenly oath."

"As long as you hand over the techniques of this book, I will free you and let you go, never harming you or causing you any trouble."

"How about it?"

The old man’s eyes narrowed into slits as he gazed deeply at the boy in front of him. He didn’t expect the boy to be willing to go to these lengths.

"As a former cultivator, you do know what a heavenly oath is, right?"

"Even if I wanted to, there is no way I can back out of it."

"How about it?"

"Still not enough?"

By the time Yang Ze reached the end of his sentence, he was already whispering softly in the old man’s ears like a tempting devil.

And sure enough... it worked.

Every single cultivator was well aware of what the Heavenly Oath meant. Once taken, there is no way out of it. For the boy to go to such lengths. A myriad of thoughts appeared in the old man’s head as he hesitated for a moment before nodding in response.

"I actually have stored the techniques safely."

"Initially, I was going to bring them to you, but because you are so distrusting of me, I can only tell you the location of the torn pages."

"You need to go and collect them by yourself, and when you are done, come back to me."

"Okay, I can do that." Yang Ze replied without an ounce of hesitation. The current him just wanted to learn those techniques and use his Enlightenment to master them as fast as possible.

"Good." The old man let out a sigh of relief.

"In that case, make a heavenly oath."

"Okay." Yang Ze didn’t waste another second. Without any hesitation, he stood up, raised his hand slightly and spoke in an incomparable serious voice.

"I, Yang Ze, take a heavenly oath to not harm the priest of the village and free him instantly as long as he gives me the missing techniques from the [Ode To Death]."

"Let heaven bear witness to my oath."

The moment Yang Ze spoke those words, he felt his heart clench for a moment as a set of invisible restrictions appeared in his body. It was the proof that his heavenly oath was acknowledged by heaven itself, and if he dared to break it, the consequences would be dire.

"Your turn." Now that he had made a heavenly oath, Yang Ze looked at the old man with an expectant gaze.

"Well..." The old man couldn’t help but cast a glance at the boy in front of him, not expecting him to be this decisive. As a former cultivator, he knew the weight of a heavenly oath. Usually, the cultivators would refrain from making a heavenly oath, as it was extremely hard to follow.

One day, you made a heavenly oath not to kill a person, and the next day that very same person is after your life... In that case, the only thing one can do is to be on a constant run.

There were numerous ways for the heavenly oath to backfire. With enough time, the other party could even find a way to bypass it.

"Since you are so sincere, it would be wrong of me not to keep my word."

Tilting his head slightly, the old man spoke with a smile.

"In the village, there is an old waterwell." The moment the old man mentioned the water well, Yang Ze’s eyes narrowed into slits as he listened intently. He could still remember the terror he felt when his clones were devoured by that behemoth.

"Keep the book at the northside of the waterwell and then jump down."

"Once you do that, you will find yourself in my hidden cave."

"I have stored the techniques there."

After speaking the last sentence, the old man finally went silent, letting Yang Ze digest everything that he had just said.

For a while, Yang Ze simply stood there in silence. It wasn’t until a few minutes passed that he finally came back to his senses as he pointed towards himself before asking the old man.

"You want me to jump into the water well?" He spoke in a high pitch, letting the old man hear it clearly without any errors.

"Did I say something else?" The old man didn’t know why this brat was asking him such a stupid question. He had already told him what he needed to do.

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"...."

"Okay." After thinking for a moment, Yang Ze gave the old man a nod before turning around. Just as he was about to head there, he was stopped by the old man’s shout.

"Wait... Release me first."

Yang Ze turned to look at the old man before letting out a sneer.

"Let me get the techniques first."

Without wasting another second, his figure flashed as he disappeared from that place, leaving behind the figure of the old man who kept on cursing him.

It wasn’t until a few more moments passed that the old man suddenly stopped cursing before looking in the direction of the village with a sneer on his face.

"Goodbye forever. Little bastard."

From the moment Yang Ze cut off his first finger, he had been planning this. If anyone in this world knew the true terror of the old water well, then it was he. How could he not know what going there would mean?

It was exactly because he knew what would happen that he told Yang Ze to jump there.

But he also knew that the brat wouldn’t trust him blindly. And to gain his trust, he mixed truth in lies. He told him the history of this village, his role in it, his own story, the tragedy, and finally the book containing the rituals.

He even gave up the book, knowing fully well what would happen to him once Yang Ze sees those torn pages.

It was a bet... in the worst case scenario, Yang Ze would simply kill him, but if things went according to his way, then not only would he have a chance of survival, he would also get rid of the little bastard in a single go.

As for the Heavenly Oath... he didn’t believe it in the slightest. Now that he had given up cultivation, he didn’t know if the heavenly oath would work for him. He didn’t want to take unnecessary risks.

The best course of action was to get rid of that little bastard in one full swoop.

He told him nine truths and one lie, but whereas those nine truths were to gain his trust and lower his guard, the one lie was to get rid of him for good.

"Don’t blame me, blame yourself for meddling in my affairs." Looking in the direction of the village, the old man slowly muttered to himself.

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On the other side, Yang Ze was quietly standing in front of the water well. Looking at the pitch-black fog covering the bottom of the well, making it look like an abyss, he couldn’t help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

"That old bastard." Yang Ze knew that the old man was lying. But the allure of those techniques was far too great for him. Besides... it wasn’t like he was going to take the risks.

Waving his hand, he summoned a clone before placing the book just as the old man instructed him. He wanted to believe... he wanted to get those techniques.

And just for that, he even tried to reason with himself over how he took the heavenly oath.

"Let’s see." Controlling the clone, Yang Ze took a deep breath as he stood in front of the water well. After making sure that the book was in the right place and nothing was amiss, he jumped down without any hesitation.

Just like the previous time, the moment his body got close to the black fog, the black fog burst out like a living organism that had smelled food.

In an instant, it completely wrapped Yang Ze’s clone inside.

Yang Ze, on the other hand, was sharing his vision with both his clone and real body. From the clone’s perspective, a sudden burst of darkness surrounded him, whereas from the perspective of his real body, he saw the black fog acting like a snake that plunged towards him before swallowing him in a single gulp.

From his real body, he saw his clone getting swallowed by the dark fog as everything returned to calm. There was no sound of a heavy object hitting the water... There was no sound of water splashing... There was just nothing.

If not for the fact that he had jumped with his clone, even Yang Ze would have doubted if something really fell down the well or not.

He simply stood there in silence, his gaze constantly darting between the book placed on the ground and the well. He was hoping to see any miraculous changes, but no matter how long he waited, there were none.

If not for his control over the clone as well as the sight, he might have thought that his clone dissipated.

Controlling the clone, Yang Ze kept on looking around with a solemn expression. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Just like before, the process repeated itself.

After his clone was surrounded by the black fog, he felt a sense of weightlessness. He couldn’t understand where he was or what was going on.

This lasted for a good while and by the time he could see again, Yang Ze was terrified to see himself floating on the endless sea once again.

"Oh, come on." Even though it was the clone, it didn’t lessen the fear and panic he felt. After all, he was sharing his senses with the clones. In a sense, he was personally experiencing it.

*Gulp.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he gazed down once again at the endless sea, and sure enough, after a while, he saw incomparable giant eyes as well as a large mouth in front of which he was even less than a speck of sand.

Yang Ze watched helplessly in terror as his clone was once again swallowed and then crushed into nothingness by that behemoth.

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"That old bastard." Opening his eyes outside the water well, Yang Ze simply picked up the book and rushed towards the old man. This time, his face firm, as if he had finally made up his mind.