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Chapter 403: Still Shaking?
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Tace held a cardboard box and stood in front of the company building in a daze. At this moment, a car flew past and a piece of paper flew over. It hit Tace’s face and he cried. How tragic! Why was he so unlucky!
Max leaned over his head and took a comfortable breath of Tace’s misfortune. These days were so comfortable! So having a host was different from not having one. After seventeen years in prison, he hadn’t been able to find a host with a matching eight characters. Now he finally found the right one!
Max felt himself getting stronger and stronger. His ambitions swelled with him. Originally, he had only wanted to get close to Helena so that he would not be unlucky. But now that he was possessing the host, all the unlucky things were the host’s. He could still absorb nutrients from the host’s unlucky things to strengthen himself. Wasn’t this much better than looking for Helena?!
Max only hoped that he was far away from Helena and Amelia now that he was out of prison. He didn’t want to see them again!
Max sighed. “My good days are finally coming!’
Walton residence.
Amelia sat on the sofa in the room and waved her small hands wildly. “Hey!
After waving it for a while, Amelia said dejectedly, “Master, why can’t I form a glowing Eight Trigrams Compa.s.s?” All along, she could see Elmer take out a small booklet from time to time. Her master said that the booklet was a life book in the hands of an Infernal Judge. Although it was a thin book, when she opened it, it recorded the lives of all the people in the world and judged what they had done in their lives. Then, when she went to look for Max two days ago, she saw her master take out another Eight Trigrams Compa.s.s.
This compa.s.s was much more advanced than the iron plate made by Brother William. It glowed, was round, and slowly rotated like the moon… Not only could Master wave a booklet with a raise of his hand, but there was also a flas.h.i.+ng eight trigram compa.s.s. Amelia looked at it eagerly. She wanted to learn it too… but after trying for two days, she could not produce it.
Elmer said without looking up, “Practice more. I’ve seen geniuses with the best apt.i.tude…” Forget it, he shouldn’t say this.
Elmer put away the brochure and came to Amelia. He reached out and shook her hand.
Amelia had been eating well at the Waltons’ house during this period. Her small hands were as soft as lotus roots. Elmer found it interesting and squeezed her hand and shook it.
Amelia was puzzled. “Do we have to shake it like this?”
Elmer coughed. “Yes, it needs to be shaken.” He grabbed Amelia’s hand and drew a semicircle. Right on the heels of that, complicated runes appeared in the air. Soon, an eight trigram compa.s.s that flickered with light appeared.
“Did you learn it?” Elmer asked.
Amelia widened her eyes and saw that the compa.s.s in front of her was like a galaxy. It was very beautiful.
“Again!” Amelia said excitedly.
Elmer stroked her head indulgently and held her wrist. He did it again. “Remember this time?” Then he paused and added, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t. The runes are indeed complicated…” Then he saw Amelia quickly draw a circle. “Shake it like this first, hey… then like this…” Her small hand paused in the air.
Amelia shouted, “Master, look!”
A beautiful eight trigrams compa.s.s with a bow appeared in the air.
Elmer’s mouth twitched.
Seven stood on the table and mischievously pecked at Grandpa Turtle’s sh.e.l.l. Grandpa Turtle couldn’t be bothered with it. The bored Seven turned his gaze to Amelia again and saw her hands flash, producing a compa.s.s that flickered like stars. It cooperated and shouted, “Mia! You’re my G.o.d!’
Elmer: “…” He looked at the mini version of the cute eight trigram compa.s.s in Amelia’s hand and lectured, “Mia, this bow doesn’t match your ident.i.ty.” The mini King of h.e.l.l and the bow didn’t match at all!
Amelia’s eyes were sparkling as she looked at the Eight Trigrams Compa.s.s she had conjured. She said happily, “It fits. Master, look…” She placed the Eight Trigrams Compa.s.s on her head. Her face was chubby, and her hair was tied into two small pigtails. In the middle was a palm-sized Soft Light Eight Trigrams Compa.s.s. The pink bow on the compa.s.s was crooked, making her look even cuter!
Helena exclaimed, “So cute! I’m so good at giving birth! Oh my G.o.d, my daughter is the cutest in the world!”
