Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter-Chapter 864 - : The Incomplete Seven Kills Formation_1

Chapter 864: Chapter 864: The Incomplete Seven Kills Formation_1

Little Kingfisher relayed truthfully: “He thinks the problem lies with the Lotus Pond, perhaps there’s a sprite hiding inside, luring his son and causing him to lose consciousness.”

“Well, that’s interesting.”

Lin Qingluo was entertained and played out a whole dramatic scene of human-monster romance in his mind.

“Where are Shitou and Feng Yi? Where are they?”

“They’re in the backyard of the Huang Clan.”

Little Kingfisher avowed humorously in her proud little voice, “They’re hiding in the rockery, not daring to get too close to the Lotus Pond for fear of being discovered by disciples of the Lingyun Sect.”

Lin Qingluo frowned slightly. “Tell them to hide even further. If they really need to use magic to catch a monster, with their little abilities, they’d either die or get hurt if they encounter a Transformation Stage monster.”

“Okay.”

Little Kingfisher agreed happily.

“Ah, these two disciples never fail to trouble me. It could be beneficial for them to witness this as well. Next time they encounter such a situation, they won’t be impulsively curious.”

Lin Qingluo shook his head with a smile after Little Kingfisher cut off the telepathic communication, closed the window, crossed his legs, and sat quietly. His consciousness spread out from the inn as a center, gradually enveloping the entire town.

*

Backyard of the richest man in town, Huang Dashan’s house.

Two disciples of the Lingyun Sect were setting up a formation around the Lotus Pond using their Spiritual Power.

Four others were posting Evil-Suppressing Talismans on the peach trees beside the pond.

The talismans and the formation complemented each other, completely enveloping the entire Lotus Pond.

*

Seven Kills Formation?!

No, one Array Eye is missing.

Seven minus one, an incomplete Seven Kills Formation.

Lin Qingluo, who was proficient in various formations in his previous life, immediately noticed the errors and omissions in the formation and couldn’t help feeling gloomy.

“Chirp Chirp.”

Little Kingfisher appeared in the field of vision, her small fiery body flew into the artificial mountain and quickly drove Shitou and Feng Yi out.

“Ah, where did this horse dung come from? Absolutely disgusting.”

Shitou reluctantly crept out of the rockery and by bad luck, stepped on a sticky patch of dark mire, which made him so irritated that he hopped around.

“Horse dung?”

Feng Yi abruptly turned back, his gaze fell on his own foot, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

“What’s wrong?”

Shitou irritably tried to rub off the dung against a rock, hoping to get it off his shoes.

“Can you smell that stench?”

Feng Yi retreated a few steps as he pinched his nose.

“Are you crazy…”

Shitou was about to swear, but he suddenly realised what was happening. He stared at his shoe for a few seconds.

“Why should I be the one to smell it?”

He still grumbled unconvinced.

“You had the good fortune to step on horse dung, so if you don’t smell it, who will?”

Feng Yi’s voice was a little hoarse due to his lack of breath while pinching his nose.

“Damn it, I should’ve checked my horoscope before going out. I stepped on this disgusting thing.”

Shitou almost vomited blood. Suppressing his nausea, he took off his shoe, brought it to his nose, and took a sniff.

“Does it stink?”

Feng Yi asked, his eyes filled with playfulness.

“Wanna know? Smell it yourself.”

Shitou retorted unhappily.

“Is it Breathing Soil?”

Feng Yi noticed people approaching the rockery and hurriedly urged him.

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“Who knows, I’ve never seen it before.”

Shitou held his shoe with a disdainful expression, forcing down the urge to throw it away.

“People are coming, hide.”

Feng Yi saw people getting closer and pulled him back into the rockery.

“My shoe…”

Shitou was dragged back into the rockery, barefoot. He was more unsettled.

“It smells like horse dung, it could be real.”

Feng Yi took out an old worn-out shirt from his Storage Bag and threw it to Shitou.

“Wrap it up and take it back for Old Ginseng to recognise. Only it knows whether it’s real Breathing Soil.”