Jiangnan was sweating buckets, poking like a madman.
Yet Ye Zhenguo looked utterly blissful, so comfortable he was drifting off to sleep.
Jiangnan stared speechlessly at his own reddened finger. Why was it not working?
The paralysis gold ring was probably like the empty big green bottle. The higher the spiritual warrior’s level, the weaker the effect.
But even on a Dao Heaven, there should be some reaction.
Had he used it wrong?
He took off the ring and slipped it onto his middle finger.
The moment it went on, the ring automatically tightened, locking firmly around the pad of the finger.
The entire middle finger straightened rigidly. Under Jiangnan’s stunned gaze, the whole finger turned a brilliant, gleaming gold.
It radiated a metallic texture, solid and substantial to the touch.
Jiangnan was dumbfounded.
Could… could this be the legendary golden finger?
The reason it had not triggered paralysis earlier was because he had worn it on the wrong finger?
Damn. This thing specifies fingers?
It has to be the middle one?
Looking at Ye Zhenguo, now asleep in the front seat, Jiangnan swallowed hard.
Spatial wormhole opened. Left hand clenched into a fist, only the golden middle finger rigidly extended. He jabbed straight into Ye Zhenguo’s back.
Ye Zhenguo jolted awake instantly. His eyes filled with red veins. Arms flailed wildly. His whole body sprang from the seat like a coiled spring.
A thunderous roar erupted.
“I’m king. Holy crap. Awooo~”
Like a cat whose tail had been trodden on, he startled everyone in the car.
Jiangnan yanked his hand back lightning-fast, his whole body shuddering.
Li Bing instinctively slammed on the brakes.
Bang!
Ye Zhenguo, unbelted, shot forward like a cannonball, smashed through the windscreen, and plunged headfirst into a bush.
Only one leg stuck out, kicking frantically.
Li Bing and the others were stunned. What on earth had happened to the old master? Why the sudden panic?
Jiangnan looked utterly guilty. No… no way, right?
Brother Ye is a Dao Heaven. One poke from me sent him flying out of the car?
They quickly got out to check, hauled Ye Zhenguo from the bushes, and Han Menglu brushed snow and dead leaves off him.
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop patting. Don’t touch me. Hiss. Let me catch my breath.”
Ye Zhenguo’s face was twisted in agony, every muscle screaming discomfort.
Li Bing asked in shock, “Master Ye, what happened?”
Ye Zhenguo looked deeply unsettled. “Bloody weird. Just now it felt like every tendon in my body was struck at once. Total paralysis, like a million needles stabbing simultaneously.”
“Only for a split second, but every muscle cramped. I couldn’t move. The feeling was intensely sour. Nearly stopped my heart from fright.”
“Still haven’t recovered.”
Jiangnan hurried over, face full of curiosity. “Really? Can you describe the exact sensation? How does it feel now?”
Ye Zhenguo grimaced. “Like squatting on the toilet for hours, legs gone numb, refusing to obey, too scared to move.”
“Whole body like that. How to put it, like an old TV with no signal, constantly flickering static.”
Jiangnan stroked his chin, deep in thought. “Oh. Got it, got it.”
Ye Zhenguo eyed him suspiciously. “Why the weird curiosity, kid? Was it you?”
Jiangnan looked perfectly righteous. “Nonsense. You’re a Dao Heaven, brother. How could I possibly manage that?”
Ye Zhenguo smirked proudly. “True enough.”
“Then what was it?”
Jiangnan said guiltily, “Maybe… maybe the massage seat short-circuited?”
Everyone rolled their eyes. With Master Ye’s power, he could chop live wires with a kitchen knife and be fine.
Bloody seat short-circuit.
Ye Zhenguo’s face showed pure spooked disbelief. Recalling the full-body paralysis, he shivered violently.
They got back in the car, but this time Ye Zhenguo refused the front seat and made Jiangnan take it.
He kicked out the shattered windscreen. Jiangnan used a spatial barrier to block the wind. The car continued.
Jiangnan was secretly thrilled.
The paralysis effect was that strong?
Even a Dao Heaven paralysed for microseconds?
If platinum-tier, one middle-finger poke could paralyse for half an hour.
Wasn’t this basically acupoint striking?
Mum. I’ve learnt another new skill.
Paralysis acupoint hand.
Hehehehehe.
Behind him, Ye Zhenguo kept casting deeply suspicious glances at Jiangnan.
Something’s off. This kid is definitely off.
Jiangnan panicked inside. If Brother Ye found out I was the one who poked him, he’d beat me to tears.
Got to get it off quick.
So both hands plunged into his trouser pockets. Spatial wormhole linked the two pockets. He tried removing the ring from his left hand.
The moment he tried, his face froze.
The ring wouldn’t come off?
It was fused to the golden finger.
And now it wasn’t just the ring. His middle finger was rigid as an anti-riot baton.
He couldn’t even bend it. Couldn’t retract it.
The other four fingers suffered too. Couldn’t straighten them.
So he had to keep erecting a golden middle finger?
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This is ridiculous.
I knew it. Trash ring only works on the middle finger. Nothing good ever comes of it.
Won’t come off. Time for brute force miracle.
Both hands in pockets, he frantically tried yanking the ring off with his right hand.
Face red from exertion.
Li Bing, driving, caught a glimpse in her peripheral vision. Her face filled with shock, then a faint blush.
(⑉ಡ̫ಡ⑉)
Not even hiding it a little?
Those movements are way too dramatic.
Hmm. Fair enough.
Gifted, after all.
Jiangnan was losing it. Right. Little pudding.
Eat a little pudding, shrink the hand, then the ring will slip off.
I’m such a clever little devil.
He pulled out a little pudding with his right hand and ate it. Under his eager gaze, the left hand began shrinking overall.
But despair hit. The golden middle finger remained completely unaffected. The other four fingers still wouldn’t straighten.
Tiny hand with one massive golden middle finger sticking up?
That’s even weirder.
Furious, Jiangnan used every ounce of strength, frantically tugging the ring, teeth clenched, face ferocious.
Unbeknown to him, Ye Zhenguo, Zhao Dezhu, and Han Menglu all leaned forward from the back, heads together.
Staring fixedly at Jiangnan.
Zhao Dezhu: “What are you fiddling with in your pocket, kid?”
Han Menglu: “Hiding some treasure?”
Ye Zhenguo, deeply suspicious: “Something’s wrong. The more I think, the wronger it feels. Take your hand out and let me see.”
Jiangnan froze, face pure guilt, and pulled his right hand from the pocket.
“Nothing… doing nothing.”
Ye Zhenguo stared hard. “Left hand. Take the left one out too.”
Jiangnan: !!!
No way. Absolutely cannot.
If I pull it out for Brother Ye to see, that’s basically flipping off a Dao Heaven.
With a massive golden middle finger.
Ring engraved MB.
He’d definitely beat me to tears.
Li Bing quickly spoke up. “Oh come on, Master Ye. Little brother Jiangnan has privacy too.”
“You lot can’t just demand to see.”
Jiangnan was deeply touched. Sister Li Bing is the best.
He nodded vigorously.
“Exactly. I have privacy too.”
At that moment, everyone in the car turned to stare at Jiangnan’s left hand, still buried stubbornly in his pocket.
Full manual awkward silence.
Jiangnan’s face darkened. Why the awkward silence?
Have you all misunderstood something?
I really haven’t done anything weird. I just don’t want you seeing my golden finger.
After all, golden fingers are usually kept hidden, right?
Let the misunderstanding stand.
Better than Brother Ye knowing I was the one who paralysed him.
