“I’ve changed my mind! I don’t want it anymore! I’m not buying!”
Feeling his spare hands being rapidly consumed, the Thousand-Handed Demon completely panicked. Every Thousand-Handed Demon was born with a fixed number of 998 spare arms.
Once used up, they were gone forever.
Now, under the boning knife of this devil-like girl, he was losing them every single second. If this continued, he would really die!
He would die a miserable death!
“Not buying anymore?” Bai Tang smiled cruelly. “I’m afraid that won’t do. Our store has a strict no-refund policy once an item is sold!”
“This is standard procedure. Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”
Thud! The sharp boning knife came down once again.
What kind of standard procedure was this?!
His wrist was firmly pinned down. Every time he tried to struggle free with force, the sharp boning knife would strike first.
The pain of losing a hand was enough to drain all the strength he had just gathered.
In just a short while, the Thousand-Handed Demon had already lost nearly a hundred spare hands. The severed limbs piled up into a small mountain beside his feet.
Those severed hands, still controlled by their remaining nervous systems, curled their fingers and tightly gripped his pant legs, black blood flowing out in streams.
It was as if they were resentfully asking why he had tried to scam three hundred Ghost Coins from that terrifying human!
“I don’t want it! I don’t want the money either!”
“That’s even less acceptable!” Bai Tang’s adorable face showed a trace of anger. “If a customer who visits our store pays but doesn’t receive the item they wanted, wouldn’t that ruin our reputation if word gets out?”
“You… argh… Y-You’re smiling, aren’t you?!” Enduring heart-wrenching pain, the Thousand-Handed Demon gritted his teeth, his eyeballs bulging with bloodshot veins.
“Of course. Being able to serve a customer and let them purchase their desired item at such a low price makes me genuinely happy from the bottom of my heart~”
Blood splattered across Bai Tang’s young, cute face. The girl paid it no mind, her smile remaining sweet.
“It’s normal for it to hurt a little. Please endure it, customer.”
Psycho! Absolute psycho!
Holding a boning knife and casually chopping off hands with ease while keeping such a relaxed and pleasant expression on her face—this was no ordinary general store clerk. She was a deranged killer hiding on Undead Street!
The bizarre beings who had mysteriously gone missing on Undead Street recently must have also fallen into this human’s hands and been brutally murdered!
Painful howls rang out one after another until Bai Tang’s arm grew sore and numb from swinging the knife, causing her movements to unconsciously slow down.
Only then did the Thousand-Handed Demon seize the chance to yank his hand back.
His face filled with terror, lips trembling as he begged, “No more! I don’t want anything anymore! Please, I beg you, let me go!”
He looked like he was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“You really don’t want it anymore?”
Bai Tang took out a gray handkerchief from the drawer, her expression calm. With elegant movements, she wiped the bloodstains off her cheek.
“Then extend the hand you used at the very beginning. After I retrieve the store’s merchandise, I’ll refund you the ninety Ghost Coins.”
“No no no! I want it! I want it!”
The Thousand-Handed Demon was terrified. The other party had known all along that he had tried to pull a fast one!
At that moment, Bai Tang pointed at an old wooden sign on the nearby wall with a warning written on it.
“Look carefully. In this store, trying to pull tricks will cost you a hand. Do you understand your mistake now?”
The Thousand-Handed Demon nodded frantically.
“Extend the hand you used earlier so I can check it.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon shook his head desperately, his eyes full of pleading. He had already lost nearly two hundred spare arms. If she kept chopping, he’d have to change his name to “Hundred-Handed Demon”!
Bai Tang rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Before you leave the store, I still need to do one final check on the ‘merchandise’s’ condition.”
This time the Thousand-Handed Demon understood. Hesitantly, he extended the right hand that had first been cut by the rusty knife and implanted with the curse snake.
Beneath the thin layer of skin, the snake’s head bit its tail, forming a perfect watch shape around the wrist.
“C-Can I leave now?”
After confirming there was no rejection reaction, Bai Tang nodded in satisfaction and casually tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.
She instructed:
“During long night the curse snake will be in a dormant state with its eyes closed. During white day its eyes will be open. Also, remember to feed it at the specific time every day, otherwise…”
“Otherwise what?” The Thousand-Handed Demon swallowed hard.
“Otherwise, if it gets too hungry, it might wake up during long night and eat you~”
The girl’s cheeks lifted into an eerie smile, making the Thousand-Handed Demon shudder.
[Congratulations on completing the quest. Rewards: Experience +25, Ghost Coins ×100, Parchment ×1.]
The quest completion notification finally popped up. However, she never expected that the positive review would have to be handwritten on the spot.
Bai Tang pouted, took out a piece of parchment and a quill, dipped it in ink, and pushed it in front of the Thousand-Handed Demon.
“Oh right, before you leave, write a genuine positive review.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon froze, staring at the human girl before him in disbelief.
She still wanted a genuine positive review? What was he supposed to write? “I went to the general store and got two hundred hands chopped off by a vicious clerk”?
“Cough cough.” Seeming to realize her request was a bit excessive, Bai Tang changed her tone. “I’ll dictate, you write.”
“Just write… The clerk is super cute and very enthusiastic. The products are worth every penny and perfectly solved my problem…”
Humiliation. He had never felt such humiliation before.
“If that hand doesn’t want to write, we can switch to one that does.” Bai Tang glanced at him, her tone calm.
What else could he do?
He could only write it!
Black shop! I’m never coming back here again!
The tip of the quill scratched against the parchment, producing faint sounds. Watching the once-arrogant bizarre being now behaving like a timid quail, writing pages full of praise and recommendations.
Bai Tang secretly breathed a sigh of relief inside.
Unlike the domineering attitude she showed on the surface, she was actually terrified on the inside.
If she showed even the slightest sign of weakness and let him realize she didn’t actually have the strength to back up her arrogance, Bai Tang was certain she would be eaten in 0.01 seconds flat!
From the corner of her eye, she glanced toward the Witch Teacher’s room deep inside the general store. The door remained tightly closed, showing no sign of having opened.
Bai Tang knew that even if she really encountered danger, her teacher would never intervene.
She would only clean up the pieces of her from the floor the next day and then recruit another “disposable” as the new store assistant.
Trying to talk about feelings in this world?
You wouldn’t even know how you died!
Suddenly, the sound of the Thousand-Handed Demon putting down the quill pulled the distracted Bai Tang back to the present.
“Um… miss clerk, I’m done writing. Can I leave now?”
The girl picked up the parchment and examined it carefully. After a moment, she nodded. Although the handwriting was a bit sloppy, it was still legible.
If she framed it and hung it on the wall later, it might even bring in quite a bit of business.
“Mhm. I’ll see you out.”
The Thousand-Handed Demon didn’t dare refuse. Encountering such a psycho human, being able to walk out of the general store alive tonight was already a blessing.
“Oh right, your hands.” Bai Tang collected the mountain of severed hands piled on the floor one by one into a burlap sack, her expression calm. “These are your property. Carry them back yourself.”
He had arrived empty-handed but was leaving with a sack full of his own severed arms. The scene was indescribably bizarre.
The Thousand-Handed Demon’s face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.
Only after escorting him out of the general store and watching his figure about to disappear into the darkness did Bai Tang suddenly seem to remember something and called out.
“Wait!”
The Thousand-Handed Demon’s body stiffened. He turned around stiffly.
“I-Is there something else?”
“Do you know the shopkeeper of this general store?”
Bai Tang asked a seemingly random question.
As a clerk in the general store asking a customer about the shopkeeper, it felt oddly out of place no matter how one looked at it.
But recalling the girl’s brutal behavior from earlier, the Thousand-Handed Demon didn’t dare talk back and answered honestly:
“I’ve heard a little about her. A powerful yet elegant beauty, the beautiful postwoman who brings convenience to everyone on Undead Street.”