My heart skipped a beat, and I was utterly astonished. This wasn't the same yellow-skinned old woman who sold tofu pudding by the roadside last time?
"Yellow-skinned old woman!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide with disbelief.
As soon as I spoke, the yellow-skinned old woman let out a chuckle. "Kid, we meet again."
After speaking, the yellow-skinned old woman licked the black blood from her lips. This was zombie blood, which was poisonous. Didn't she fear poisoning herself to death?
While I was surprised, I quickly said to Master, "Master, this is the yellow-skinned monster I told you about last time, the one who sold tofu pudding."
Upon hearing this, Master's expression instantly darkened. Mo Ting, remembering the rotten tofu pudding in the iron bucket, felt a wave of nausea. However, seeing that it was a monster, he was excited and eager to try his hand.
Master narrowed his eyes, having already discerned the old yellow-skinned creature's malevolent aura. Moreover, it was now eating zombie flesh, clearly not a legitimate mountain spirit. Without further ado, he let out a low growl, "Old beast..."
With that, Master raised his peach wood sword and charged forward. Mo Ting and I followed suit without a second thought.
However, the old yellow-skinned creature, perhaps sensing Master's power, spat out a mouthful of yellow gas. Just like when it escaped last time, its body was enveloped in green light, and in an instant, it transformed into a slightly larger yellow-skinned creature and began to flee into the mountain forest.
Simultaneously, it sneered, "I have eaten my fill. I will settle all past scores sooner or later."
With that, it darted into the bushes.
By the time Master, Mo Ting, and I rushed into the bushes, there was no trace of the old yellow-skinned woman. It had escaped again.
"Damn it, that old monster got away again," I grumbled indignantly.
Mo Ting also complained, "Ah! What a pity, we were so close to fighting a monster."
Only Master looked troubled.