I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

Chapter 66: A Thunderous Boom (Subscription Requested)

After preparing all the details in the mountains, Zhang Chen sent the venison to his stepmother before returning home, disheveled and dirty. He saw a fluffy white head poking out from the window of the neighboring house, looking at him with a smug expression. Its human-like expression was quite strange. As Zhang Chen walked into the courtyard, the fox spirit twitched its nose, its eyes gleaming, and saliva almost dripping.

Zhang Chen expressionlessly swept over the neighboring courtyard, especially looking at the fox spirit who was eagerly waiting with its head raised. He felt a pain in his liver from anger. This fox spirit was simply too infuriating!

It was blatantly obvious, bullying him, Zhang Chen, as an honest man!

How could he, Zhang Chen, endure such humiliation?

"This is outrageous!" Zhang Chen's teeth itched with hatred, but he still calmly placed the basket in the house. Then, Zhang Chen carried eight pieces of firewood to the wall, carefully piercing the soil with a steel needle to observe the hole. Seeing that Zhang Chen was not at home, he placed the eight pieces of firewood into the woodshed, carefully placing them in the corner.

"The firewood is still a bit much!" Zhang Chen looked at the piled-up firewood, a thought flashing in his mind: "But it's perfect. The fox spirit has emptied my stepmother's house, and I have the opportunity to send some firewood over."

Zhang Chen carefully calculated the amount of firewood needed in his heart before tying up some firewood, carrying it on his back, and walking out.

"It's just a pity that these two houses of mine were left to me by my father!" Zhang Chen stood in front of the house, turning his head to glance at it. The writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones were all left inside. He didn't touch anything, so as not to alarm the fox spirit.

"Brother Zhang Chen, don't blame me! The property in your house is probably not safe, but who told you to have a fox spirit?" Zhang Chen's thoughts turned in his mind, and then he walked out of the courtyard, muttering: "Damn dog thing, a thief who was born without an anus, truly a bastard who will fall while walking and choke to death while drinking water, actually stealing the grain from my stepmother's house. You really deserve to be struck by lightning. I curse your eight generations of ancestors..."

Zhang Chen's cursing voice was not loud, but it was definitely not quiet. He was deliberately letting the fox spirit hear it, to anger the fox spirit.

Sure enough, as Zhang Chen opened his mouth and greeted it with a string of dirty words, the fox spirit immediately bristled. A pair of eyes stared at Zhang Chen through the fence, filled with anger.

Then, Zhang Chen turned around without saying a word, strode out of the courtyard, and headed towards the back mountain without stopping at all.

Zhang Chen's pace was steady, neither fast nor slow. At the same time, he secretly gave himself a thumbs up, thinking smugly: 'My acting skills are on another level.'

"Let's see if you die this time!" Zhang Chen muttered to himself, but the next moment his pupils shrank because the poor scholar Zhang Chen actually came back!

Zhang Chen's footsteps paused, a trace of panic appearing in his eyes. A thought flashed in his mind: "What to do! What to do now! Although I have conflicts with Zhang Chen, it definitely hasn't reached the point of killing him. Once the high-explosive gunpowder explodes, everything within fifty meters will be razed to the ground. That Zhang Chen will definitely be smashed to pieces, blasted into slag!"

"What to do? What to do?" Countless thoughts flashed in Zhang Chen's mind: "If I go back now and take the firewood away, it's still in time!"

Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Chen walking over, about to turn around and walk into the courtyard to take away the eight sticks of dynamite firewood, lest the fox spirit move it away. But at this moment, Zhang Chen caused trouble again, coming to a stop in front of Zhang Chen, a mocking look on his face: "Little bumpkin, where are you going again?"

Hearing the words of the poor scholar Zhang Chen, Zhang Chen's footsteps paused, a breath suffocating in his chest, but in the end, he still felt that he should ignore him, wanting to turn around and return to the courtyard to get the firewood. But who knew that the poor scholar Zhang Chen would not let it go, walking forward and grabbing Zhang Chen's collar: "Boy, I'm talking to you!"

"I have something to do today, don't make trouble!" Zhang Chen tried to maintain emotional stability, looking at the poor scholar Zhang Chen with a gloomy face, struggling his shoulders, wanting to break free from the other party's palm, but at this time, he was tightly gripped by Zhang Chen, causing him to stagger.

"Little bastard, you're looking for death!" Zhang Chen staggered by Zhang Chen, and his face suddenly became angry.

Since having the help of the fox spirit, he had been beating Zhang Chen violently for the past five years. Where was it Zhang Chen's turn to resist him?

It must be known that the grievances between the two had existed since childhood. At that time, they fought inextricably. The two sides had been fighting for a long time, especially in recent years with the help of the fox spirit. Zhang Chen was even more not his opponent, and had always been bullied. Now that Zhang Chen had staggered him, how could Zhang Chen endure it? He stepped forward and punched him.

Zhang Chen was caught off guard and almost got punched. He was about to reason with Zhang Chen when he saw the green smoke coming out of the stove in the next room, and he was shocked out of his wits. Then, he quickly retreated, ignoring Zhang Chen and running away.

Obviously, the fox spirit had already started a fire to cook!

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky, I'll let you go for now! Be more respectful when you see me in the future." Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Chen's fleeing back, smiled triumphantly, and walked into the house.

Zhang Chen stopped, turned his head to look at Zhang Chen walking into the courtyard, looking at the smoke rising from the stove, Zhang Chen picked up the kettle and left without any delay.

Zhang Chen walked out of the village entrance, then returned and went towards his own direction, directly hiding behind a large tree two hundred meters away and waiting.

"Sin! I really didn't want to kill you, but you got involved yourself, so you can't blame me. Your fate is like this, and I am helpless!" Zhang Chen sighed: "I only hope that if you become a ghost in the future, don't blame me."

If Zhang Chen hadn't beaten himself for no reason, hadn't bullied others, he would have really tried to hold Zhang Chen back, or even go to the courtyard to move the firewood out to resolve this crisis. But thinking of the conflicts between the two in the past five years, he felt it was better to forget it!

Zhang Chen knew the power of the explosives he made himself. As long as the explosives were ignited, dozens of meters nearby would be razed to the ground.

"Fortunately, when my family moved here, they only built a house at the entrance of the village, which is still some distance from the people in the village, otherwise I would not dare to use high-purity explosives at will." Zhang Chen muttered to himself, hiding in the withered yellow grass outside the safe zone and secretly peeping.

Zhang Chen didn't have to wait long. After about half an incense stick of time, suddenly a loud noise like a thunderclap on flat ground spread for more than ten miles. The roar was earth-shattering, shaking the thatched huts in the entire village.

The explosion was too violent. Even Zhang Chen, who was hundreds of meters away, had his head buzzing at this time, and was somewhat deaf for a while.

In Zhang Chen's eyes, he saw his own thatched hut and Zhang Chen's thatched hut suddenly explode, countless thatched roofs were rushed into the sky, dancing in the air like catkins.

Zhang Chen only saw a fire burst out from the thatched hut, and then the entire house was razed to the ground.

"It's done!" Watching the flattened thatched cottage, Zhang Chen hid in the bushes, clenching his fist in excitement. However, he also felt a bit uneasy. He hesitated, wondering if the high explosives could really kill the fox spirit.

He wanted to wait and see, to observe the fox spirit's reaction, to see if it was truly dead, completely and utterly dead, to avoid a counterattack before its demise. But he realized that such a large commotion would surely alarm the villagers, and such a big explosion would definitely alert the authorities. He didn't want anyone to see him at the scene. If the fox spirit died, he would be implicated in official troubles.

Of course, while there was a risk of the fox spirit's retaliation, this was also the best time to finish it off.

"If the fox spirit isn't dead, I can just say I heard the noise and ran back."

"Might as well face the music! The fox spirit isn't stupid. If it wasn't killed by the explosion, it would probably guess that I secretly launched the attack and wouldn't spare me. This is the best opportunity to finish it off. If the fox spirit is dead, then everything will be settled."

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Zhang Chen burst out of the bushes, cursing loudly with feigned anger: "Which son of a bitch did this! My home! My house!"

While cursing, Zhang Chen surveyed the explosion site. He saw that all the pots and pans were shattered, and the stove was razed to the ground. Only a fox with blackened fur, emitting a burnt smell, with patches of fur missing, lay on the ground, its life hanging in the balance.

"It wasn't blown to smithereens?" Zhang Chen wondered inwardly.

Logically, being at the center of the explosion, even steel would have been broken. But the fox spirit's physical body hadn't shattered; it still maintained a 'whole' form. Zhang Chen felt quite curious.

Beneath the fox spirit, the poor scholar Zhang Chen lay with his eyes tightly closed. His face was covered in blood and burns, one ear was missing, and blood flowed down, making him look particularly miserable.

"Damn it, this fox spirit really had some hidden skills. My high explosives didn't kill Zhang Chen?"

He could tell that the poor scholar Zhang Chen on the ground, although looking somewhat miserable, was still breathing and not dead.

Seeing this, Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief: "A mere small fox from the mortal realm, out of tricks! Even if she has other methods, they must be limited. Otherwise, why would the poor scholar's ear be blown off, and she herself be half-dead, her fur charred, looking so bloody?"

Zhang Chen drew the firewood knife from his basket, not caring whether the fox spirit was dead or not, and was about to step forward and chop off its head.

Cutting off the head would be more reassuring. He didn't dare to be careless at all now.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to swing the firewood knife, a figure suddenly emerged from the fox's body at the crucial moment, startling Zhang Chen into pausing. At this moment, the white-clothed girl's figure was illusory, and she looked at Zhang Chen with a face full of anger: "You little ant, you dare to plot against me like this. I, your ancestor, am not finished with you!"

"You dare to be so stubborn when death is imminent! Today, I will slaughter you, you beast!" Zhang Chen quickly regained his senses. The golden light in his body accompanied his breathing, strengthening the large knife, and then he suddenly slashed towards the physical body.

It was no use being afraid now. The only thing Zhang Chen could do was fight the fox spirit. Either he would kill the fox spirit, or the fox spirit would recover and kill him.

"You dare!" The fox spirit, facing Zhang Chen's golden shining knife, couldn't help but lose her composure and cried out miserably, but she didn't dare to step forward to stop him. She could only watch helplessly as Zhang Chen's knife came down. Even if she had the means to control objects, it was too late.

"Murder! Murder!"

At this critical moment, Zhang Chen on the ground opened his eyes from his coma. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Zhang Chen's knife coming down. Ignoring the pain in his body, he immediately flipped over, not only knocking the fox spirit's body off of him, but also rolling away himself, avoiding Zhang Chen's knife.

Because the fox spirit was on him, it looked as if Zhang Chen was about to chop him in half!

"Murder!"

"Help! Zhang Chen is murdering someone!"

The Zhang Chen on the ground got up and shouted loudly to the village, staggering away.

Where did Zhang Chen have time to care about the poor scholar? Without the fox spirit, the poor scholar was nothing. Now was the time for him to fight the fox spirit. Either he would kill the fox spirit, or the fox spirit would recover and kill him.

"Kid, you're done for!" The girl looked at Zhang Chen's ferocious face, a coldness appearing in her eyes: "I, your ancestor, have cultivated for hundreds of years, and I never thought I would be plotted against by a mortal like you. You have successfully aroused my anger!"

The girl spoke with sonorous force, causing Zhang Chen to become even more vigilant, but he still swung the knife over. Now that things had come to this, even if the fox spirit still had the ability to move mountains and overturn seas, he would still have to charge forward. However, after the girl finished speaking harshly, before Zhang Chen's knife could get close, the white-clothed girl actually hugged her own body and burrowed into the deep mountains and forests.

She actually ran away with her body!

"Bang!"

Zhang Chen's knife missed, and he directly plunged the long knife into the mud.

Zhang Chen watched the fox spirit hugging its body and going away. In the eyes of mortals, they only saw a bloody fox floating in the air and going away: "She must have suffered serious injuries, and she doesn't even have the ability to turn her body into nothingness."

"Take advantage of her weakness to strike, and never let the fox spirit escape, otherwise I will definitely have big trouble in the future." Without saying a word, Zhang Chen picked up the big knife and chased after her.

The fox spirit's methods were beyond his expectations. Although he had planned for it early on, he was still shaken when he saw that the fox spirit had not been killed by the high explosives.

That was high explosives!

She fled, he pursued, she had no hope of escape!

"Kid, I only ate a little of your grain, why do you have to kill me completely? Why don't we turn hostility into friendship and settle our grudges here?" Seeing Zhang Chen chasing relentlessly, the fox spirit quickly spoke to soften her tone and show goodwill.

"Oh? Ancestor, your words are exactly what I want. You should stop for a moment and don't run anymore. It would be good for us to talk things over. What misunderstandings can't be resolved?" Zhang Chen carried the long knife, following behind the fox spirit, verbally agreeing, but he didn't relax his speed at all.

The fox spirit in front of him was also running for her life, without any sign of slowing down: "You stop first, show some sincerity, and I will naturally stop and talk to you properly. Let's resolve our grievances here."