Chapter 113: "You'd better not spout nonsense! Time is almost up, and if we can't find the token, neither of us will pass!" Fire Little Evil exclaimed in shock.

  Ati Mu's eyes shot out fierce light, and he roared like a beast: "You little brat, I won't pass the test, you won't either!" After that, with a loud shout, he charged at Huo Xiao Ye with his scissors, clearly venting all his anger on him, wanting to slaughter Huo Xiao Ye to relieve his frustration!

  Huoxiao Ye was shocked and realized that Atimud had gone mad, intent on killing him. He retreated repeatedly. Atimud's two scissors gleamed brightly, their blades open wide, ready to snap shut and cut Huoxiao Ye's tendons and flesh at the slightest touch. Huoxiao Ye dodged three attacks, but his clothes were already clipped by the scissors twice, tearing off a large piece, exposing his chest and back. Huoxiao Ye was covered in cold sweat, desperately trying to escape, but Atimud's legs moved faster than his. With no way to retreat, the scissors slashed towards Huoxiao Ye's throat. He let out a loud cry, slightly tilting his head, and the scissors grazed his cheek before inserting into the clock stone with a "clang" sound, unable to be pulled out immediately. Atimud released his right hand from holding the scissors and grabbed Huoxiao Ye's arm with it, while the scissors in his left hand stabbed towards Huoxiao Ye's face.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié grasped both hands together, firmly grabbing Atimude's wrist, blocking the incoming force. The scissors' tip was only half a finger away from his face, radiating cold light. Atimude growled: "Kill you! Kill you! I'm the first one! I should be able to pass! It's all because of you, you little brat! Ahhh... Oooo..."

  Huoxiao Zhe exerted all his strength to resist, but still couldn't withstand Atimu's brute force. He watched as the scissors were about to stab into his eye socket.

  Huoxiao Yixin shouted wildly in his heart: "I'm doomed!" With his last bit of strength, he grabbed Atim's wrist and tried to pull him away.

  Atimul hummed and puffed out his chest, letting out a low growl from his throat, as if he was about to swallow the little devil whole!

  Huǒ Xiǎo Yē gān cuì bì shàng le yǎn jing.

  Translation: Huo Xiao Ye closed her eyes resolutely.

  Just as the scissors' tip was about to touch his eyelid, Atim's grip suddenly loosened, and Huo Xiaoyi, exerting all his strength, naturally pulled Atim's hand aside. With a clang, the scissors flew past his face and stabbed into the stone.

  Huǒ Xiǎo Xié opened his eyes and saw that a shiny silver needle was half-exposed from ā Tí Mù's mouth, still dripping with blood. Before Huǒ Xiǎo Xié could react, the needle was quickly withdrawn. ā Tí Mù's eyes widened, his body stiffened, and he fell forward, his head hitting Huǒ Xiǎo Xié's chest. A few gurgling sounds came from his throat as he slid down Huǒ Xiǎo Xié's body and collapsed to the ground, convulsing wildly before finally expiring.

  Huoxiao Zhe raised his head and saw that Hua Niangzi was standing right in front of him. Her hair, which had been neatly combed earlier, was now disheveled and scattered like a female ghost's, her eyes wide with fear, her face deathly pale. What was strange was that Hua Niangzi's clothes were also in disarray, the collar torn open to reveal a patch of white skin on her chest. This Hua Niangzi had lost all the charm and elegance she had earlier, looking more like a madwoman.

  The flower girl held the silver needle with blood on it, completely ignoring Huo Xiaoxie. She squatted down and searched on Atimud's body, pulling out a token from his waist. She couldn't help but laugh shrilly: "There's still one left! I passed after all! Yan Chong, you're so cruel, I definitely won't let you off!"

  Huǒ Xiǎo Yè stared at Huā Niáng Zǐ, unable to speak. Huā Niáng Zǐ glared at Huǒ Xiǎo Yè and shrieked in a shrill voice: "Huǒ Xiǎo Yè, consider yourself lucky! Next time you meet me, you won't be so lucky!"

  The flower girl took the sign in her hand and turned around to leave.

  "I've told you before, with me around, you won't get away!" someone said from a big rock beside them.

  The flower girl turned her head, looking at the smoke worm squatting on a large stone smoking, almost as fierce as a female ghost: "Stinky man, you took away one of my signs, you've already passed! Do you still want to pester me? When did I offend you? What do you want me to do?"

  The Smoking Worm said with a puff of smoke: "Don't bother how you do it, just get rid of the Spring Poison on your body and I won't bother you again."

  "Impossible! Abolishing my Chun Du is killing me!"

  The worm said: "There's no way, I won't let you pass."

  The flower girl raised her silver needle, biting her lip, and shouted loudly with disheveled hair: "Yan Chong, I'll kill you!"

  The sloth-like insect said lazily: "Come on, you can kill me if you want, I don't care. What I hate most is repeating myself."

  The flower girl's eyes relaxed, her body went limp, and she sat paralyzed on the ground, one hand propping herself up and the other covering her face, sobbing uncontrollably: "You already have two plaques, why do you still want to make things difficult for me, I just wanted to get through. When did I ever offend you, can't you at least give me a clear explanation?"

  The little boy jumped down from the stone, his hands in his pockets, and walked towards Hua Nangzi. He squatted down in front of her and poked her head with his finger.

  "The flower girl scolded: 'Don't touch me!'"

  The worm said: "You want to know why I'm bothering you, it's easy, give me your two license plates and I'll tell you."

  The flower girl couldn't help but sob, crying: "Give it to you, give it to you, all of it, just tell me." As she spoke, the flower girl handed the token in her hand over to Smoke Worm.

  The tobacco worm stretched out its hand to take it, but the flower girl suddenly shouted loudly: "You're dreaming!" With a swish, the silver needle in her hand stabbed towards the tobacco worm's throat.

  The wasp's body arched, and the silver needle flashed in front of its face. The wasp hummed and rolled backwards to retreat. Huā Niáng Zǐ jumped up from the ground, swiftly and rapidly stabbing at the wasp's face with the silver needle like a flash of lightning.

  The worm cursed while dodging: "I know you won't give up so easily!"

  The flower girl clenched her lips and said sternly: "Less nonsense! Either you die or I perish!"

  "Ah! You women! Let me make you lose miserably!"

  With a soft whoosh, the Smoke Worm knelt on the ground, and Huā Niángzǐ stood still, stabbing towards it. The two of them froze in place like this, with Huā Niángzǐ's face full of extreme surprise.

  The smoke worm held a thick, brown cigar in his hand, and the silver needle of the flower girl was inserted into the head of the cigar. The accuracy of the smoke worm's throw was not something that ordinary people could achieve, and he was able to use just one cigar to steadily catch the flower girl's silver needle.

  The smoker chuckled, stood up, waved his hand, put out the brown cigarette, lit it and took a big drag, saying: "Give me all your license plates!"

  The flower girl screamed "Impossible!" and turned to run. The smoke worm's footsteps swayed, overtaking the flower girl in one step, grabbing her arm and pulling her back, throwing her to one side.

  The smoker puffed away, the brown cigarette burning rapidly as he inhaled, and thick smoke billowed out of his mouth. It was no ordinary cigarette. In an instant, a gray mist enveloped everything around them, shrouding both the smoker and the flower girl, making it impossible to see their silhouettes.

  This smoke smells just like the one at every intersection where Huo Xiao and his gang were, sour to the extreme, but even more intense. Hua Niangzi wailed in the smoke: "Don't treat me like this! Let me go!"

  No one answered the flower girl, the flower girl shouted twice, and then there was no more movement.