34: Chapter 34 Spiritual Pistol Proves Its Worth 34: Chapter 34 Spiritual Pistol Proves Its Worth In the embedded wardrobe to his left, eyes were now twinkling crimson.

Lu Zixun carefully counted, and realized there were seven Aliens, both large and small, hiding inside.

The most lethal fact was that Xie Dongqiang, whom Lu Zixun had smashed to the floor, had not died.

Where once there were human limbs, now grew the limbs of an Alien, their robust Life Force made Lu Zixun click his tongue in wonder.

Seeing the Aliens emerge from the wardrobe and about to fall into peril, Lu Zixun suddenly remembered the Superpower item he had previously exchanged for, a Spiritual Pistol.

Spiritual Pistol: A weapon developed by Blue Star’s top scientific researchers, harmless to ordinary people but hugely damaging to special creatures.

This “special creature” should include Aliens, right?

Without hesitation, Lu Zixun directly retrieved the Spiritual Pistol from System Space.

The Spiritual Pistol fit snugly onto Lu Zixun’s cat paw, ready to fire at the curl of his claw.

“Bang!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lu Zixun aimed and fired a bullet glowing with a pale blue light at Xie Dongqiang’s head, shooting fiercely.

“Ding—Fear value detected from Alien +1000.”

No sooner had the system’s voice faded than the bullet pierced Xie Dongqiang’s head, spraying a garish fount of blood.

Xie Dongqiang’s body slumped powerlessly to the floor, dead for certain this time.

Lu Zixun still felt a lingering fear at this moment; he had been overconfident.

Xie Dongqiang’s death, or rather, the death of the Alien residing in his body, caused panic among the other Aliens in the room.

They no longer approached Lu Zixun but instead tried to flee.

Lu Zixun couldn’t let them escape.

The Spiritual Pistol fired off seven shots in succession, killing the Aliens one by one.

“Ding—Fear value detected from Alien (juvenile) +200.”

“Ding—Fear value detected from Alien (juvenile) +200.”

“Ding—Fear value detected from Alien (juvenile) +200.”

After dealing with the Aliens in the room, Lu Zixun, somewhat fatigued, stored the Spiritual Pistol back into System Space.

Turning around to check on Lin Qiang’s injuries, Lu Zixun found them not too serious and finally relaxed.

Reflecting on the series of events that had just occurred, Lu Zixun was shaken.

Assuming that he would be invincible with the Superpower extracted from the system, he had almost capsized in the gutter.

Lu Zixun knew that Aliens possessed intelligence, but he hadn’t expected it to rival that of humans, which made him feel utterly uneasy.

The Alien at the door earlier must have been a mature one; the system had not indicated a juvenile, and after fighting with the possessed Xie Dongqiang, Lu Zixun felt that Alien should not have been so weak.

Their escape was likely just a feint to make Lu Zixun lower his guard and lay a trap to kill both Lu Zixun and Lin Qiang in one fell swoop.

If he hadn’t happened to exchange for the Spiritual Pistol earlier, Lu Zixun suspected he might have really fallen this time.

Trying to help Lin Qiang escape, Lu Zixun frustratingly realized the man was simply too heavy; he couldn’t move Lin Qiang at all without enlarging.

But enlarging would mean demolishing the room.

After some thought, Lu Zixun gave up this idea; he would wait until Lin Qiang woke up before leaving.

Just as Lu Zixun was thinking this, he twitched his ears slightly, hearing footsteps from outside.

Lu Zixun’s pupils contracted; could it be that the previous Alien had returned?

If that was the case then…

In a few leaps, Lu Zixun was on top of the wardrobe, pulling out the Spiritual Pistol from System Space, aiming the barrel at the interior door.

His paw rested on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment.

“Mr.

Demon, are you still alive?”

Perhaps sensing Lu Zixun’s murderous intent, the footsteps paused outside the inner room door, and a familiar voice reached Lu Zixun’s ears.

Wasn’t this Long Ya’s housekeeper?

Why was he here, and with that familiar term of address that only Bai Yiyi used to call him?

Uncertain whether Housekeeper Zeng was friend or foe, Lu Zixun hesitated before meowing softly: “Meow~”

“It seems you’re still alive, indeed, just as Miss Bai said, you’re no ordinary cat.”

Zeng Haoyang chuckled lightly, standing tall at the doorway with his hands behind his back: “If you need my help, just meow again.”

Zeng Haoyang obviously knew Bai Yiyi, and as his gaze landed on Lin Qiang, Lu Zixun licked his nose: “Meow.”

Putting the Spiritual Pistol back into System Space, Lu Zixun jumped down from the wardrobe.

At the same time, Zeng Haoyang opened the door, scanning the room and showing a hint of surprise upon seeing eight Alien bodies inside.

“Ding—Shock value detected from Zeng Haoyang +100.”

Only one hundred?

Lu Zixun’s eyebrows rose; the system’s detections were never wrong, so the issue must be with Zeng Haoyang.

The only explanation was that Zeng Haoyang had witnessed enough of such scenes.

The shock, then, must be at the thought of Lu Zixun, as a cat, able to handle eight Aliens, which was indeed astonishing.

Shifting his gaze away, Zeng Haoyang looked at Lu Zixun crouched in front of him and smiled faintly: “Allow me to introduce myself, Miss Bai Yiyi has entrusted us, the Long Family, with your care.”

“Could it not be so simple?” (Translation of cat’s speech is intentionally made to sound broken to reflect the concept of the cat trying to mimic human speech)

Hearing Lu Zixun’s words, Zeng Haoyang furrowed his brows.

It took him a moment to respond: “Since you’re already aware, I’ll not beat around the bush.

The Long Family has its own considerations, Blood Worm, I wonder if you’re familiar.”

“Miss Bai Yiyi’s requests are somewhat fantastical, so we too have to be cautious.”

“Aliens do not normally slaughter each other, and this place is a gathering of…”

Zeng Haoyang didn’t continue, but his intention was clear.

At that moment, the fur on Lu Zixun bristled slightly.

Lu Zixun didn’t know why, but although he didn’t feel any murderous intent from the man, the danger he perceived from Zeng Haoyang was a hundredfold stronger than from Uncle Lin.

“Our curiosity about a cat with these abilities is strong, but we won’t do anything to you, after all, the times have changed.”

Dark eyes fixed on the nearby Aliens, Zeng Haoyang spoke lightly: “Let me offer you some advice, Mr.

Demon.”

“The invasion of Aliens, giving you the power of speech and Superpowers, isn’t peculiar in changing times.

But once humans deal with the Aliens…”

“By then, you’ll be the Aliens.”