I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 129 - 113 Terrifying Shadow Demon (4500)_2

Chapter 129: 113 “Terrifying” Shadow Demon (4500)_2

Chapter 129: 113 “Terrifying” Shadow Demon (4500)_2

“Then I’ll drive this one.”

Violet decisively opened the tattered driver’s door and sat inside. She despised being alone with lively children the most!

“Rattling…”

The severely damaged Black Cloud Sedan started up, shaking at the rear, with the metal connections creaking. It looked like it would fall apart after a few hundred meters.

Violet’s face suddenly peeked out from the broken car window.

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“Boss, are you sure it’s okay to drive this for four or five kilometers?”

Casio nodded: “Of course.”

Moments later.

Violet, with a resentful look on her face, drove the car away.

Casio closed the iron gate and immediately parked the brand-new Black Cloud Sedan back to its original position, then turned around satisfactorily with a nod of his head.

In the living room on the first floor, Phil and his companions were practicing their boxing.

They were still using the same basic combat movements, only this time there was something different – these basic movements now included some linked moves, essentially the continuous use of two or three movements.

Casio had already begun to plan to slowly teach Tifa and the others the Wind Elephant Basic Combat Technique. He was now just warming up.

“Exhale.”

Phil exhaled softly. He spread his legs to both sides, stabilizing his center of gravity. His left hand was clenched into a fist held at his side, while his right hand thrust straight forward with about seventy percent of his strength.

With his arm suspended in mid-air, Phil took another deep breath. Suddenly, he heard a thump not far away.

“What was that?” Phil couldn’t help but look around.

There were no overturned tables or chairs or anything of the sort, and Casio was standing nearby, observing each person’s punching movements.

Phil shook his head and withdrew his hand. He shifted his feet, assumed another stance, and was about to punch again.

Another thud echoed in his ear.

“Huh?” Phil turned his head.

“Slap!”

All of a sudden, a palm slapped his head. Casio had appeared beside him without him noticing, “Focus on your training.”

“It’s not that, Master, I heard something fall to the ground, that’s why I turned my head,” Phil defended himself.

“It’s probably just a mouse, don’t get distracted.”

Casio looked at the other two, “Tifa, Milo, keep your minds focused. Don’t be nosy because of a little noise.”

“If your mind isn’t calm, you won’t be able to practice any combat skills.”

He looked at Phil, offering this advice somewhat heavily.

“Thump, thump, thump, thump…”

In the basement, a series of dull thuds sounded continuously, as if responding to what Casio just said.

Milo and Tifa, who were also practicing nearby, stopped their combat movements and looked curiously in the direction of the sound.

Casio’s face visibly turned pale, his robust eyebrows twitching, “It really is two fucking rats!”

“You guys continue practicing. I’m going to catch that mouse.” Casio turned around and left expressionlessly, his right hand clenched into a fist.

Inside the living room, the trio exchanged puzzled glances. A half-minute later, after they had just resumed their fighting stances and were about to practice their combat movements again, two extremely heavy thuds came from the direction of the basement.

“Bang! Bang!”

The noises resembled the thuds of a boxer hitting a punching bag at full strength, the sound created by leather colliding.

After a while, the three saw Casio’s tall figure emerge from the basement. He had his hands hanging by his side, expressionless.

Some viscous liquid seemed to be dripping down his knuckles.

Upon close inspection, it looked like blood!

The trio widened their eyes in surprise. Casio seemed to sense their gaze. He raised his hand casually and said, “This basement used to be a granary. There were two fat mice causing trouble, but it’s not a problem now. I’ve killed them.”

After that, he quickly headed to the washroom.

Milo pursed his lips.

Could killing two rats make such a noise?

He didn’t know, and he didn’t dare to ask further.

Half a minute later, Casio returned after washing his hands. He then asked the three to stop and brought out three small bottles of an exercise ointment.

“The usual rule, half an hour for ointment stimulation, help yourselves.”

Time passed slowly. Outside, the once brilliant sunshine had dropped below the horizon. Clouds were pushed together by the wind, underlining a faint line of red. The entire sky was dyed a shade of orange, with light inching forward every second.

“It’s time. I’ll bring you guys back,” said Casio, checking his watch while standing at the door before heading out and starting the new car. The trio scrambled into the backseat.

This time, Casio dropped the three of them in front of the Grey Stamp Martial Arts Hall on Red Tower Street. He knew where Phil’s home was but had never asked or been to Milo and Tifa’s. It saved time driving all over the place, so he let the three of them walk home themselves.

After all, their homes were all near the Snowflake Middle School district. It wouldn’t take them long to get there from Red Tower Street.

Half an hour later, when Casio returned, it was completely dark outside, and the streetlights began to turn on.

He opened the iron gate, drove the Black Cloud Sedan inside directly.

With a click, he closed the car door. Just as Casio was about to close the iron gate, he saw a beautiful woman walk in.

She was wearing a tight black dress that perfectly emphasized her ample curves. She wore black stockings under her dress, exuding a very fashionable and sexy appeal.

“Breaking into someone’s home in the evening is not a good idea.”

Casio stood in the shadows, looking like a statue.

“I’m sorry.” The lady started with a polite apology and followed up with a shocking statement, “You’re possessed by a shadow parasite.”