Walker Of The Worlds

Chapter 2753  Ashy's Potty Mouth

Meng Bai was panicking.

Where had that voice come from? It was one thing to retort against a rude man, but outright insulting him? That was a death wish!

The young man in question was just as confused. He spun around, glaring at everyone nearby, but he couldn't pinpoint the source of the insult.

"Who said that!?" he roared. "Show yourself!"

Flap. Flap. Flap.

At that moment, a tiny black bird swooped down from above and landed squarely on Meng Bai's head.

The young man squinted at the bird, perplexed. Surely, a small bird couldn't have been the one to shout obscenities at him, right? But then, as he locked eyes with the feathered creature, a strange realization settled in. There was something in the bird's dark, beady eyes—an unsettling intelligence.

"I did it, you dog shit fucker!" Ashy declared, ruffling her feathers with self-satisfaction.

The entire street went silent.

The young man's mouth opened and closed like a fish gasping for air.

"What the… You dare insult me, you… you…" He grasped for words, but none came. "Bird brain!"

Ashy let out a condescending caw. "Bird-brained? Of course, I'm a bird, you half-digested rat's ass! But what's your excuse? Are you some slug-sucking, inbred disgrace of a man, spat out from the rear end of a constipated ox and kicked into the dirt by fate itself?"

Meng Bai was frozen in horror. 'What in the seven hells is happening?!'

The young man turned red, his rage simmering dangerously. He pointed an accusatory finger at Meng Bai. "You! You taught that bird to talk like this, didn't you?!"

"Yes! Some birds mimic human speech! It's probably just reciting what its master taught it!" someone in the crowd chimed in.

Meng Bai gawked at them. "I DID NOT TEACH HER THIS!"

But his protest fell on deaf ears.

"Just you watch! I'll crush your bones and feed them to my hound!" the young man bellowed, yanking on a thick leash.

GROWL.

A massive beast emerged from behind his entourage. Hidden from sight before, the hound was now fully visible—about the size of a tiger, with sharp fangs dripping saliva and two glowing yellow eyes locked onto Meng Bai like he was dinner. The spiked collar around its neck rattled ominously, eager to be unshackled.

Ashy was far from impressed.

"The only thing that got crushed was your father! And the one who crushed him was your mother's ass!" Ashy shrieked. "No wonder you turned out like this—your mother flattened your father's balls into soup, then had to fuck a goat just to get knocked up with your sorry excuse of a face! LOOK AT THAT MUTT! You sure it's not your real dad? I mean, I see the resemblance—same droopy eyes, same dumb expression, and probably the same flea-infested ancestry!"

Gasps echoed through the street. Mothers desperately tried to cover their children's ears, but the damage was done. Eyes widened. Mouths hung open. Even seasoned sailors who prided themselves on their vulgarity looked on in stunned admiration.

The young man trembled, his face a dangerous shade of purple. "YOU—"

"YOU WHAT? YOU GONNA CRY?" Ashy cut him off. "GO BACK TO YOUR HOUSE—OH WAIT, DO YOU EVEN HAVE ONE? MAYBE YOU SHOULD SLEEP IN THE KENNELS WITH YOUR OTHER SIBLINGS. OH, SORRY, I MEAN YOUR MOM'S PREVIOUS LITTER."

Meng Bai desperately wished he could sink into the ground and vanish.

"ENOUGH! GET HIM!" The young man finally snapped, unleashing the beast.

BARK!

The hound lunged, its claws digging into the ground as it shot toward Meng Bai like a furry cannonball.

'Shit, that's an immortal beast!' Meng Bai realized in horror.

There was no escape—the young man's goons had already formed a tight perimeter around him, all furious from the extensive family-tree insult session Ashy had just delivered.

WOOF!

But before the hound could strike, two sleek forms slithered from Meng Bai's sleeves.

HISS! HISS!

The twin snakes, Xiao Yin and Xiao Yang, lifted their heads, their piercing eyes locking onto the charging beast.

The hound froze mid-step.

A shiver ran down its entire body as instincts far older than its training screamed at it to do one thing—

RUN.

YELP!

With a terrified whimper, the hound spun on its heels and bolted, tail tucked between its legs.

The young man was aghast. "You… What did you do to my hound?!"

Ashy cackled. "Nothing! He just remembered he had a very important appointment—with your mother! AGAIN! Hope she's ready for round two!"

"I'LL KILL YOU!" The young man roared, drawing his sword.

Meng Bai's heart pounded. 'This is bad. REALLY BAD.'

"No, no! We're NOT fighting!" he hissed at Ashy.

"Oh, but we are!" Ashy declared. "Sister Yin! Brother Yang! Strategy number seventeen: Beating the bastards in the dark!"

A pulse of energy rippled out.

SHUA!

In an instant, darkness swallowed the entire street.

"WHAT THE—?!"

"I CAN'T SEE!"

"WHERE'D THEY GO?!"

Panic erupted as people flailed blindly, unable to see even an inch in front of them.

Then, the screaming started.

"AHHHH!"

"AYIIIIII!"

"MY LEG!"

"MY ARM!"

"My ass! Something bit my ass!"

The people who were with the young man all began to cry out in pain, while the young man couldn't even say anything stuck in the darkness.

He couldn't see anything but he could certainly feel it all. His mouth was held shut by something that felt like a cold smooth rope, while another rope seemed to be whipping him senseless. On top of it all, something seemed to be sitting on his head and plucking out all his hair!

'Who's doing this?' The young man had been unable to tell.

He couldn't even move, his hands and legs all wrapped tightly while he was forced on his belly, as if he was strung up like a turkey ready to be roasted.

Tears continued to fall down from his eyes, as he felt nonstop whipping on his butt. the robes on his back and butt had already been torn apart, his cheeks left bare. He was lucky that no one was able to see them right now, or they might only see two red apples.