Chapter 111: The Broken Bowl Merged with Rules
Chapter 111: The Broken Bowl Merged with Rules
What’s a magical treasure?
Bai Song used to think these were just TV fantasy props. Now he finally understood!
When all hope seemed lost, a broken bowl fell from the sky straight into his hands. He didn’t expect this trash to work, but the moment he grabbed it, everyone restraining him released their grip – even the guy he’d kicked earlier. Stranger still, these people started taking paper bills from their wallets and tossing them into his bowl.
“I… don’t have cash. Take my phone…”
A walletless follower sheepishly dropped his device into the bowl.
Complete silence followed.
What am I doing?
Are we treating this like some beggar?
???
Confusion radiated from the crowd. Weren’t they supposed to arrest the traitor Yi Jishi? Why were they funding him instead? And that idiot just donated his phone!
Bai Song stood frozen, having prepared for death moments earlier.
“I’ll just… go now.”
Seizing the chance, he tried sneaking away.
“STOP!”
Two followers lunged. Bai Song cowered behind the bowl, expecting blows.
Instead, the attackers smoothly produced wallets and stuffed bills into his bowl. “Take it,” one said pityingly. “Poor thing.”
Everyone gaped. The donors looked horrified – their hands had moved on their own, like obeying gravity. The approaching mob halted, eyeing the bowl warily.
Bai Song stared at his magical bowl, then boldly tested: “More donations?”
“SCREW YOU!”
“Faithless traitor! You’ll burn!”
“Yi Chong, damn your ancestors!”
Despite the roaring curses, blockers automatically surrendered wallets and phones. The bowl swallowed everything without filling, items shrinking upon entry.
This works!
Bai Song grinned. Those order followers couldn’t touch him now.
Time for payback.
He glared at his earlier attackers. The men recoiled, one bolting without hesitation.
“Boss, give me something.”
Bai Song looked at the fleeing man and raised his broken bowl toward the retreating figure.
“What are you doing?!”
The fleeing man abruptly changed direction mid-step and dashed back to Bai Song faster than he’d fled, depositing his wallet and phone into the bowl.
“You all…”
Bai Song swung the broken bowl toward the remaining group.
“This is my last secret stash.”
“Enough!!”
Under the stream of curses, the group ‘voluntarily’ surrendered their valuables to Bai Song.
Why?!
Why couldn’t they resist giving him money? Everyone felt possessed by demons, corrupted by the evil god.
Gurgle!
After the chaos, Bai Song’s stomach roared again. He mumbled awkwardly,
“Haven’t eaten in days…”
The words made everyone pale as ghosts. They scrambled to their vehicles, hauled out two large food crates, and raced back to dump them into the bowl. The two-meter containers shrank to sesame-seed size upon entering, leaving no bulk.
“Our church’s survival biscuits. Tastes like dirt but keeps you alive.”
The old priest’s voice trembled near tears. This was supposed to be an arrest mission! When had it become this charity farce?
“I want meat.”
Bai Song gestured with the bowl more confidently now.
Nothing happened. The bowl’s magic apparently rejected this demand.
Only what they possess?
Actual begging rules?!
This crappy artifact! Bai Song glared at the chipped bowl. Add an erhu at the train station, and he’d be fully unemployed. Was this his fate?
“Grab that bowl!!”
A cultist suddenly lunged for the bowl while Bai Song was distracted.
They’d finally connected the dots. Bai Song reacted too late – the man’s fingers already brushed the bowl’s rim.
Disaster!
Losing the bowl meant certain doom.
Before Bai Song could move, the thief wailed like a sinner:
“My shame! Stealing from beggars!”
“Take my clothes! My last possession!”
He stripped completely naked before the crowd, pale buttocks gleaming under sunlight.
Gag!
Someone retched.
Bai Song averted his stinging eyes, newfound awe swelling for the mountain’s resident.
“Even gods fear this dark path. None can take what the mountain master gives.” He glanced upward though the peak remained hidden. True power needed no visibility.
That moment sealed it – Bai Song abandoned his old beliefs. The scamming master on the mountain had won a disciple.