Chapter 58 The Highest Level Relic (Happy Lantern Festival to all readers!)
Old Blue sent Klein away and looked at the messy house with red marks everywhere. He was a little speechless. Fortunately, Ah Fu was not the kind of person who would destroy a house, otherwise the scene would be even more tragic...

"Hmm? Where's Ahfu?"

……

"Ow~"

Ah Fu felt like he had fallen into a sea of ​​red. He was extremely frightened and paddled like a dog desperately to prevent the blood from flowing into his eyes and mouth.

It floated on the water, looking around for the figure that represented "father", but it couldn't find it.

Wow.

Blood splashed onto its face, turning the black into dark red and the white into bright red.

“Ouch…Ouch!”

This time, the master won’t let me into the house… wuwu…

Ah Fu struggled even harder, at least... he had to survive and see that person...

……

"Fuck..." Old Blue looked at the dog struggling on the red carpet under the dining table, feeling mixed emotions. "You really can't stand being praised... If I praise you again, I will just... Well, I never set flags, that's not my style."

The carpet under the dining table became wet because it absorbed too much blood red, like a quagmire, and Ah Fu, who was struggling in it, was just like a Husky having fun in the quagmire... Well, it was still the Husky, so whatever it did... wasn't surprising, was it?

Old Blue stepped forward, squatted down, and accurately avoided the dog's claws that were scratching around. He pressed down Ah Fu's red head and rubbed it twice, "Ah Fu, wake up. Do you want to eat dog meat hot pot?"

"Ouch?!"

Ah Fu's body stiffened and he lay on his side with his head tilted. He felt the big hand on his head and saw the familiar figure.

"Woo!"

Wang had a nightmare again... Wang didn't dare to sleep alone... Wang didn't dare to sleep... Wang didn't want to tell fortunes...

Ah Fu cried out in grievance, straightened his body, and wanted to nudge his master for a warm embrace.

Old Blue held down Red Alfu's head to stop it from getting closer, and couldn't help but complain:
"You are exaggerating... You can play anywhere else, but you have to get yourself covered in blood... The breed has changed, "Blood Duke" demon dog? Shit... You are a "fortune-telling" dog! Can't you be a "clown" dog in the future? Want to change paths? Can a normal dog play the role of a demon dog?"

"Cold-blooded person? Cold-blooded dog? Dogs are warm-blooded animals, but after drinking the potion they became cold-blooded? Ha, ha, ha, too funny."

Old Blue was tickled by his own train of thought, and his sense of humor is still so weird.

Ah Fu tilted his head. He understood the word "divination" but not the other words... He still wanted to do divination? No, no, no! He shook his head frantically. Wang would never do divination again!
"Very good," Old Blue was very pleased, "As long as you don't have the intention to turn to the path of the 'devil', you don't know that the 'devil' side is also uncomfortable... Well, I don't know much about the 'abyss' side, and I don't dare to go there..."

Old Blue hugged Alfu and threw him to the bathroom on the first floor. He turned on the shower and said, "Go ahead and wash yourself. Remember what I said before? Don't expect me to help you take a shower! Also, use the flush toilet when you poop in the future!"

"Awoo!" Ah Fu's eyes lit up. His body was sticky and he had wanted to clean it for a long time. He resisted the temptation to lick his fur. It was like a spiritual premonition. If he licked the blood, something bad would happen.

Ah Fu was jumping happily under the shower, feeling so comfortable! Hmm? Where's the owner? Why not shower together? It then realized that the bathroom door was closed and the figure was no longer there... I seemed to have heard someone pooping just now? Hmm, the owner might have gone to poop...

do not care!
Ah Fu opened his mouth wide, stuck out his tongue, raised his head to wash the red dots in his mouth, and couldn't help but let out a comfortable cry:

"Awww~"

……

"Well, Afu's intelligence is low, but we still have to prevent others from reading his mind or stealing his ideas..."

Old Bruce walked to the dining table muttering to himself, squatted down, held the carpet with one hand and held the leg of the solid wooden dining table with the other. With a splash, the illusory sea water flashed by, and the exquisitely crafted carpet and the heavy solid wooden dining table disappeared in the blink of an eye. Also disappearing was Old Bruce, whose clothes were stained with red dog paw prints and scratches. For a moment, the only sound at No. 11 Narcissus Street was the occasional howling of the Husky coming from the bathroom.

Old Blue shuttled between various chaotic and overlapping blocks of color, and from time to time he saw strange and imaginary creatures. If it weren't for the noisy roars and mumblings in his ears, this would have been a perfect and fantastic journey...

puff!
A figure was thrown into the endless gray fog, without any obstruction, especially the wooden dining table and carpet stained with blood. The rolling gray fog actually made way for the two dead objects...

"Damn! Gray Mist is also a bully... He almost drowned me the first time I came here, and he refused to open the door for me. Very well, the great Lord of Sefirah Castle and God's Blood is here! Get out of the way!"

The "flying" carpet "express" carried the two "passengers" - Old Blue and the dining table - through the gray fog quickly, bypassed the small "sun" hanging in the sky, and fell into a "puddle" of all colors.

"Haha, it's amazing, a pleasant surprise!" Old Blue floated on the puddle with an arrogant smile on his face, "I was wondering why it was so easy and fast to deliver the kitchen knife just now... Gray Mist, damn it... Every time I come here from now on, I will get some of the divine blood I cooked on my body, so that you will ignore me..."

He looked behind him and saw that the temporarily opened gray fog passage had been closed, and the gray fog was still spreading and rolling silently.

"Tsk... this is so boring, someone comes out and hits me..."

Old Blue turned back in disappointment and started his next attempt.

As the will was issued in his mind, the next moment, his own blood-stained carpet was spread out on the water, and the blood-stained dining table was placed on the carpet, swaying up and down with the dark sea water, but never sinking.

Old Blue climbed onto the carpet and successfully pressed a few dents into it, as if there was a force supporting it underwater.

"Hey, it looks a bit like a water bed... Ugh!"

"Fuck... it really worked... what's the principle behind this? This isn't mystical at all... no, this is too mystical..."

——The power that makes the carpet and the dining table float is the mental command given by Old Blue to the puddle below.

He climbed onto the solid wood dining table, lay on it, stretched his limbs, and said in a relaxed tone:

"There's a little sun above my head, like a big light bulb... the lighting is good..."

"This dining table is so hard... like a plank bed... ugh! You can't get along with the bed today, right?"

"Hey, this is clearly the plank bed I slept on! From now on, it will be called the 'holy plank bed'! It's a holy relic of the highest level!"

　Second update, thanks for watching! Happy holidays!

　　
　
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