135: Chapter 135 You can call me, Mountain King

After being swatted away, Wang Lin rolled on the ground once, then stood up steadily.

He licked his lips: "The taste is not bad."

Bai Wu was driven mad, her eyes turning bright red.

Her body changed again, turning into a giant hammer covered in spikes.

Bai Wu swung the hammer, smashing down from the air.

Wang Lin opened his mouth and took a fierce bite of the hammer; with a click, he bit off a large chunk.

Then the hammer smashed into him, flattening Wang Lin's body like a piece of paper, stuck to the ground.

Bai Wu held the chipped hammer, looking down at the "paper Wang Lin" on the ground.

After a while, the paper started to bulge, and Wang Lin returned to his original form.

He climbed up from the ground and patted the dust off his body: "Whether it's a White Tiger or a hammer, it's all manifested from your consciousness."

"So, no matter what you turn into, I can take a bite."

Bai Wu looked down at the chipped hammer in her hand, her mouth twitched, and her face turned livid.

If this went on, she would be eaten clean by him, not even leaving any residue.

Just as Bai Wu was stunned, Wang Lin rushed over, his arms gripping her arms tightly like iron pincers.

Wang Lin opened his mouth and bit down on her chest.

Bai Wu's scream rang out again; she pushed Wang Lin away, covered her chest with both hands, and looked down at her uneven chest—the left side was missing a piece.

Her face flushed red, her eyes filled with shame and anger: "You... what are you doing!"

Wang Lin licked his lips and smiled: "Don't you like to transform? I'll eat you up, let's see how you transform then."

After saying this, Wang Lin rushed toward Bai Wu again.

Bai Wu screamed in fear, turned around, and ran, her Speed so fast it was like a gust of wind.

While running, she shouted: "You... stop chasing! I won't ask anymore, okay?"

"Not asking anymore? It's too late. Hahaha," Wang Lin laughed loudly.

"Pretty girl, don't run. I won't do anything to you... I just want to eat you."

Bai Wu ran and ran, tears falling: "I don't even taste good, why do you want to eat me?"

Wang Lin's voice drifted over from behind: "It's fine, just let me take a bite, just one bite..."

"Besides, you can't die anyway. Didn't you say that in your dream, you are invincible?"

"An invincible person, still afraid of being eaten?"

Seeing Wang Lin getting closer and closer, Bai Wu gritted her teeth and directly exited Wang Lin's dream.

Wang Lin watched her disappearing body, feeling delighted: "Don't run, your chest is uneven, it doesn't look good, not symmetrical enough."

"Come over quickly, let me make it more symmetrical, then it will look good."

Bai Wu had disappeared, but her voice still echoed in the dream: "I don't want to develop chest muscles like yours..."

As Bai Wu disappeared, the dream space began to collapse.

Wang Lin looked at the collapsing white space and smiled: "Ran away pretty fast..."

"It's just a pity that last bite of meat didn't taste like much."

Wang Lin opened his eyes.

The sky was already bright. Sunlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, falling on the floor in front of the window like a golden thread.

Outside the window, people were setting up stalls, bargaining, arguing, and children were chasing dogs.

Everything was normal, so normal it was as if nothing had happened.

...

In an inn not far from Wang Lin, Bai Wu sat up from the bed abruptly, panting heavily.

Her face was as white as paper, her forehead covered in sweat, her whole body trembling.

Bai Wu looked down at her chest; her clothes were intact, her body was intact.

But for some reason, she still felt pain—a psychological pain, the fear of being dominated.

"He... what kind of monster is he..."

At this moment, a voice sounded in her ear: "Monster? Who is a monster?"

Bai Wu's body stiffened abruptly, and she turned her head to look in the direction the voice came from.

Two people stood by the window of the room.

If Wang Lin were here, he would definitely recognize them.

One was his father, Wang Dashan, wearing a grey jacket, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, a faint, elusive smile hanging on his honest face.

The other was his Uncle Zhang, Zhang Qiming, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his hair combed meticulously, looking like a respectable schoolteacher.

"Who... who exactly are you people?"

Wang Dashan took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked the ash: "What kind of people? You can call me King of the Mountain."

Upon hearing "King of the Mountain," Bai Wu's face turned even paler: "King of the Mountain? You... you are bandits?"

Wang Dashan looked at her terrified expression and laughed heartily: "Right, we are bandits."

"We don't just want your money, we also want you."

Facing the two lecherous middle-aged men, Bai Wu trembled all over in fear.

She opened her mouth and let out a piercing scream.

But her voice did not pass out of the room because a transparent barrier rose along the four walls of the room.

Bai Wu realized that even she couldn't hear her own scream.

She screamed desperately, shouted desperately, but not a single sound came out.

Wang Dashan looked at Bai Wu, a playful glint flashing in his eyes: "Go ahead and scream. Even if you scream until your throat breaks, no one will pay attention to you."

Bai Wu clutched the quilt and shrank back into the bed, her back pressed against the cold wall.

She had nowhere left to run. She looked at Wang Dashan, then at Zhang Qiming: "What... what do you want?"

"Want to know what we want? You're so pretty, what do you think we want?"

After saying this, he gave Zhang Qiming a look.

Zhang Qiming walked up with a smile, his face bearing an elegant grin.

Although Zhang Qiming thought his smile was elegant, like a gentleman's, in Bai Wu's eyes, that smile was as lecherous as it could get.

"Don't... don't come over... don't come over..."

The corners of Zhang Qiming's mouth curled up slightly; the smile was faint: "Little girl, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

As Zhang Qiming spoke, he reached into his bosom.

Bai Wu's eyes widened even further; she thought Zhang Qiming was about to take off his clothes: "You... don't come over... help..."

Zhang Qiming pulled his hand out from his bosom, holding a mask in his hand.

The mask was silver-white, its surface as smooth as a mirror, capable of reflecting people's images.

The design of the mask was an expressionless face, as if it were sleeping, as if it were meditating.

Embedded in the center of the forehead was a dark red gemstone.

forbidden artifact: Nightmare.

The mask Wang Lin sold to the Twelve Zodiacs.

Zhang Qiming raised the mask to his face and put it on; the dark red gemstone on his forehead flickered with dark red light.

Bai Wu looked at that eerie mask, her voice hurried and fast: "What... what are you going to do..."

Bai Wu had heard that some perverts had those kinds of special fetishes, liking to wear eerie masks while doing that kind of thing...

Only one thought was in her mind: Perverts, both of these men are perverts.