Walker Of The Worlds

2756  The Rumors Grow And So Does The Headache

Meanwhile, back at the villa, Ashy sat comfortably on her perch, preening her feathers with utmost satisfaction. She tilted her head ever so slightly, recalling the glorious string of curses she had unleashed upon the unfortunate young master before his unexpected makeover.

Daoist Chu, lounging nearby with a cup of wine in hand, had been listening with great amusement.

"Go on, tell me what you said to him last," he asked, grinning in anticipation.

Ashy puffed up her chest and declared, "Your brain is emptier than a beggar's rice bowl at the end of winter, you flea-ridden dung beetle! May all your future meals taste like donkey piss and regret! May your lineage be cursed with toenail fungus so vile it forms its own demonic sect! May your ancestors rise from their graves just to slap you for existing! And may you forever step on unseen puddles in your socks!"

She let out a satisfied chirp before closing her eyes, her work complete.

Meng Bai, lying nearby and still too full from the meal, shuddered in his half-asleep state. "She's… terrifying…" he murmured.

Daoist Chu took another sip of his wine and chuckled. "That bird's got talent. I should hire her to compose insults for my enemies. Imagine cursing someone so thoroughly they feel personally haunted."

Lin Mu, sitting across the room, let out a long sigh and covered his face with his hand. 'Where did she even learn all this from?' he wondered. Then it hit him—he was the one who had ordered Ashy to spy on people.

After all, eavesdropping on questionable individuals was bound to corrupt one's tongue.