My Pet Beast is Super Fearsome-Chapter 693 - 60: The Malicious Pleasure of the Resentful Spirit

Chapter 693: Chapter 60: The Malicious Pleasure of the Resentful Spirit

"Gjestaf."

As Shao Zifeng’s voice faded, the room fell silent. The Spirit of Resentment that usually appeared immediately did not show up. It wasn’t just that, but Chen Yixin and the others were looking at him with strange expressions.

"Gjestaf, stop messing around and come out," he said.

Shao Zifeng thought the little guy was just playing around, but when he turned around, there was nothing behind him, no sign of Gjestaf. His heart tightened as he quickly scanned the room—chaos had prevented him from noticing earlier—could the little guy have gotten lost?

Chen Yixin and Cang Haiyuan followed Shao Zifeng’s gaze, searching, but other than themselves, there was nothing else in the room.

"Zifeng, what is this..."

Before she could finish, Chen Yixin suddenly felt a cold chill at the back of her neck. She turned her head and her eyes instantly lost their luster.

When she turned back again, Cang Haiyuan, sitting diagonally across from her, suddenly stiffened, his pupils shrinking to the size of pinpoints.

Where there had once been Chen Yixin sat a grotesquely pale, withered face of a corpse, its sparse hair as dry as straw, with black liquid still streaming from its hollow eye sockets.

Cang Haiyuan’s face turned pale, his lips trembling, but he could not make a sound.

Then, the corpse reached out a hand toward Cang Haiyuan. It slowly stretched its dry mouth, and with a faint ripping sound, the corners of its mouth split toward the ears...

Cang Haiyuan couldn’t contain his fear any longer and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Ghost!!"

Bang!

Just then, a fist smashed into the ghost’s face, and a large hand grasped at the sparse hair on its head and lifted it up. Shao Zifeng first checked on Chen Yixin’s condition, and seeing that she was unharmed, he relaxed significantly.

"Oh~"

With his ’Fate’s Hair’ clasped, the Spirit of Resentment gently swayed. The little guy seemed afraid of losing those few strands of hair, giving Shao Zifeng a pitiful look—but paired with that face, it was hard to feel sorry for him.

Speaking of which, Gjestaf had two very different forms—unlike the quiet Spirit of Holy Light, its form as a Spirit of Resentment was more like a naive child. Fortunately, it harbored no ill intentions. Otherwise, Shao Zifeng really wouldn’t know what to do.

Shao Zifeng let go and pointed at its forehead, slightly annoyed, "Don’t do that again, okay? If you do, I... will stop combing your hair."

"Oh~"

The Spirit of Resentment nuzzled against his chest, whining in a pitiful tone.

Watching the ugly head constantly performing acts of coquetry with Shao Zifeng, the still pale-faced Cang Haiyuan finally regained his composure. He swallowed, "Shao Zifeng, what is this thing..."

"This? Consider it my pet, but..." Shao Zifeng gently stroked the Spirit of Resentment’s head with his right hand, and with a raised eyebrow, teased Cang Haiyuan, "Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that a public servant like you would be afraid of a mutant creature with ghost attributes."

Faced with Shao Zifeng’s teasing, Cang Haiyuan’s face reddened, his neck stiffening as he blustered, "Who’s scared? I’m not scared! I was just worried it might hurt Professor Chen. If you dare, pass it here, watch me—hey, hey, hey..."

Cang Haiyuan swallowed, eyeing the Spirit of Resentment close by: "Shao bro...I was just joking, can you call it off?"

"Hmm~"

At that moment, Chen Yixin opened her eyes. She sat up from the couch, running her fingers through her messy long hair, looking bewilderedly around the room.

Finally, her gaze settled on the Spirit of Resentment, "Zifeng, was it the one causing trouble just now?"

"Yes." Shao Zifeng replied apologetically, "It’s usually very well-behaved. I don’t know what happened today... Are you alright, Yixing? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

The spirit of resentment flew behind Shao Zifeng, revealing half of its head, and looked at Chen Yixin with a face full of guilt, "Oh~"

Chen Yixin waved her hand, "I’m fine, mutant creatures with ghost attributes do indeed naturally love to cause trouble, but still, Zifeng, it would be better if you could keep it under control, otherwise it would be troublesome if someone gets hurt."

Shao Zifeng nodded and glanced back sternly at the spirit of resentment.

"Alright, don’t blame it anymore," Chen Yixin changed the subject, "By the way, where were we?"

Reminded by Chen Yixin, Shao Zifeng said to the spirit of resentment, "Gjestaf, release Anna and Diana."

"Oh~" The spirit of resentment blinked, moved to Shao Zifeng’s back, and disappeared.

When it reappeared, its shriveled mouth held a red hairband, and its sparse hair swayed like seaweed. It circled around Shao Zifeng, crying "Oh, oh," like a child who refuses to work unless their hair is tied.

Shao Zifeng, with a headache, took the hairband and held down the fluttering spirit of resentment, "Stay still."

He earnestly combed the sparse hair of the spirit of resentment together and then tied it with the hairband into a beautiful bow.

Watching Shao Zifeng at that moment was like seeing a dad taking care of a mischievous child; Cang Haiyuan’s lips curled up in madness, desperately trying to hold back his laughter.

After finishing, Shao Zifeng clapped his hands, "Alright."

The spirit of resentment flew in front of a glass window, looking at its reflection, and shook its little braids in satisfaction.

"Now we can release Anna and Diana, right?"

"Oh~"

The spirit of resentment closed its eyes, and a pillar of Holy Light descended from the sky, enveloping it.

The pale golden Holy Light filled the entire room, and Shao’s Snails in the rainforest tank raised their heads, their eyes on the antennae staring upward.

Reflected in Chen Yixin’s pupils was the pale golden column of light, and within the drifting golden feathers, that ugly head became brighter until its contours were completely obscured.

Whoosh—

The white robe suddenly spread out, and the delicate pale feet peeked out from within the robe. Chen Yixin’s gaze moved up, and amidst the soft Holy Light, the golden hair drifted. The red hairband’s bow hung in front of the chest, and the girl’s exquisite features were gentle like a painting, adorned with golden feathers fluttering all around, just like an angel.

She opened her eyes, and her sapphire-like pure eyes carried a faint smile. Yes, Gjestaf had found her own eyes among the items left by Lady Fern.

The girl crossed her hands under her nose, and suddenly four pairs of large wings extended from her back, and the airy and melodious Holy Song made one mistakenly think they were inside a church, completely relaxing one’s body and mind.

As the song played, she slowly spread her delicate hands, and a lush green leaf hovered between them.

A blue light point appeared among the leaf’s veins, and as the girl chanted, the light point gradually expanded, swirling like a blue vortex, releasing waves of invisible ripples.

Chen Yixin’s eyes widened, "Spatial transportation!!"

Hum!

Just as her words fell, a flaming palm stretched out from the vortex.

Rough and incomprehensible English words whispered like a demon’s murmur.

"Who...is..."

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