Master of Strange Dao

Back then, I never expected things to turn out this way; his little lab rat plan was never implemented.

And a necessary step in the lab rat plan was how to execute the lab rat, which naturally continued to be postponed without being carried out.

So, the matter of rescuing Che Lun teammates needs some attention.

Yu Ziqing wobbled over to the Health Club; after putting aside Matchstick for a while, it was time to have a chat.

Yu Ziqing didn't rush to do anything; the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost silently appeared behind him, the terrifying imprint on her face slowly moving away, and her presence started to increase.

Yu Ziqing sensed something, turned his head to glance at her, feeling a bit speechless.

"Next time, don't appear behind me so quietly..."

"But Cece said, if I suddenly appear in front of people, it would scare them, and they might get hurt..." The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost felt a bit aggrieved.

"..."

Yu Ziqing was at a loss for words.

There was indeed a precedent; the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost once suddenly appeared before Wu Shuangge. Silly Gege was so startled by the sudden strong presence that he exploded the Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl on the spot.

If Wu Shuangge hadn't suddenly realized it wasn't an enemy but merely the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost, everyone in Almsgiving Town would have been in for bad luck.

Now, even when the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost silently appeared behind someone, and they detected her presence abruptly, everyone knew who it was.

At least they wouldn't be scared and instinctively start making a move.

"Alright then, as long as you're happy."

Yu Ziqing dryly replied and immediately switched topics.

"Has that guy been behaving lately?"

"Che Lun has been quite well-behaved, constantly advising Matchstick not to pursue the path of a Promoter on his own.

Matchstick has also been well-behaved, not doing much, just slowly recovering, waiting for you, sir."

"Good, that's fine then."

Yu Ziqing rummaged through his storage ring and pulled out some decorations and offerings from the East Sea, precious and luxurious, and gave them to the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost.

"If there's nothing else, you can go out for a walk, maybe shop around."

The Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost gladly accepted the gift but didn't mention going out for a stroll.

Yu Ziqing didn't say more, feeling a bit helpless but thinking whatever.

Back in the day, even Yu Ziqing could stay indoors playing games for days; the Gatekeeper Hungry Ghost had her own preferences, which might seem abnormal to others, but Yu Ziqing found it quite normal. Official source ıs novel⁂fire.net

He wobbled into the backyard of the Health Club; Matchstick lay weakly on a stone table, squirming as if itching, rubbing against the stone table like a bear scratching its back.

And Che Lun quietly leaned on one side, basking in the afternoon sun.

Seeing Yu Ziqing come in, Matchstick seemed to twitch more vigorously, flipped over, squirming even more on the stone table.

"Sir, if you hadn't come, I'd be suffering to death."

Yu Ziqing glanced at Che Lun and asked.

"What's with him?"

"Itchy skin, needs a beating."

"Huh?"

Yu Ziqing didn't understand, but Matchstick propped up his head, nodding continuously.

"Exactly, I feel itchy all over, getting itchier and itchier, sir, please hit me."

This left Yu Ziqing speechless.

So, it was literally an itchy skin...

Yu Ziqing took out a slipper; to avoid last time's incident of throwing Lou Huai out, he had specially prepared a stack of slippers as casting tools.

This Strange Technique, the type of shoe doesn't really matter, but it's always best to have Artifact Refining experts craft specially made slippers.

He held Matchstick down with one hand, brandishing the slipper with the other, giving Matchstick a good beating.

Matchstick convulsed all over from the beating, wailing repeatedly, but when it was over, he lay there quietly, no longer itching.

After the beating, Yu Ziqing looked at Matchstick and got a bit of an idea on how to find a promotion path for him.

Previously, he thought that Matchstick's True Form being like this meant his promotion couldn't be about getting beaten; otherwise, it seemed like a personal vendetta.

Now it seemed that this guy was literally asking for it, making things much simpler.

Yu Ziqing took out a golden book with large characters on the cover.

"Juice's Bedtime Stories."

This was Yu Ziqing's lesson learned to prevent from saying nonsensical things while telling stories to Juice and forgetting about it later; he recorded them specifically.

The systematic mythological stories were manageable, but these random short stories were easier to forget, and sometimes he added personal touches but forgot later.

Flipping through it, indeed, there were a few short stories about hitting a little villain.

After a quick check, Yu Ziqing put the golden book away.

Matchstick turning out like this certainly had Juice's influence, at least playing a guiding role.

After all, his Juice was an obedient and honest child, believing whatever Yu Ziqing said.

"Sir, about my path to promotion..." Matchstick looked at Yu Ziqing eagerly.

Che Lun drifted over, spoke a few good words, inflating his own conscience.

Yu Ziqing seemed troubled.

"I initially found a promotion path for you; coming here this time was for that.

Sadly, seeing your itchy skin, the path I found might not work anymore.

I have to find a new path that suits your current situation."

To show his sincerity, Matchstick rolled off the stone table, lay down on the ground, and prostrated himself.

"Sir, I've realized my mistake; my loyalty surpasses Che Lun's."