Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

The shop door was smashed open, and empty buckets piled up inside rolled out one after another.

Boss He's shoulder was half-buried in the wooden board, and the arm that had blocked the knife was split open at the elbow, with white frost constantly oozing from the wound, barely managing to hold the crooked bone together.

Jiang Luo landed in front of the door and glanced into the bucket.

Fortunately, they were all empty.

Otherwise, after this fight, when the neighbors come asking for money, she'll have to pay extra for the runaway boss.

(￣へ￣)

"Don't go into other people's shops! Aren't there enough walls in your own house for Lolo to tear down?"

Boss He didn't answer. Suddenly, the thin film hanging behind him grabbed a wooden bucket and smashed it towards the door.

Jiang Luo cleaved the bucket in two, but instead of sinking down, the blade tip flicked along the wrist reaching out from behind the bucket, cutting off the hand that was trying to grab her collar.

Boss He staggered back.

He had realized that this little girl's strength was far beyond what he could withstand head-on even after he had shed half of his flesh and blood.

The things left in the cold storage didn't buy him enough time.

And she blocked off even the last alleyway where she could hide.

"Lord Jiang, you've already retrieved the money, and you can keep the rest of the goods. Why keep chasing after me?"

Jiang Luo used the handle of his sickle to push aside the broken bucket at his feet, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.

(◕ᴗ◕✿)

"Then you stand still and let Lolo's maid finish testing the needles. You just said that if the product doesn't work, you shouldn't charge for it."

Stella walked to the diagonal rear, the small box in her left hand already open.

She did not act immediately.

Boss He stood inside the house, half of his body hidden behind the collapsed door panel. His shadow on the ground was fragmented by the rolling wooden barrels, and even a black needle might not be able to keep him there.

Following her gaze, Boss He suddenly raised his hand and unleashed a frost.

The two streetlights outside the door cracked at the same time, and the light went out, but he did not lunge forward. Instead, he shrank back close to the ground and quickly slipped into a small window against the side wall.

The crows were waiting there.

The small bronze shield pressed against the window frame, and the white figure that rushed out crashed into the shield, causing the embossed human faces to open their mouths wide at the same time.

The crow's foot slid back half a foot, but its wrist didn't push all the way down. Instead, it used the momentum to twist and knock the person diagonally back outside the door.

"You should at least ask before you ask if you want to pass. I'm still standing right here."

As she spoke, she retracted her shield, and a bloodthirsty raven flew up from her shoulder, pecking at the membrane that Boss He hadn't yet retracted, pulling him to one side.

Boss He raised his repaired arm to catch the bird.

Stella's scissors arrived first.

The giant scissors pressed down on the hand, forcing him toward the exposed stone ground outside the shop. Her left hand still held the black needle, and she didn't rush to throw it away just because she was so close.

Frost climbed up the scissor blades.

She loosened her wrist slightly, avoiding the sharp point of the membrane that suddenly protruded, but her cuff was still cut a little, leaving a thin red mark on her white glove.

Jiang Luo's smile faded.

She grabbed the thin film that Boss He was covering on the door frame, pulled it outwards, and dragged the piece of flesh attached to her body away from the threshold.

The broken signboard, half-obscured by the moonlight, fell to the ground.

The crimson moonlight descended from above, finally casting a complete shadow on the stone ground.

Stella knelt at the shadow's tail, the needle tip piercing precisely into her ankle. Her left palm pressed down on the needle ring, and a strange force was continuously sent into the needle.

Boss He abruptly stopped the leg he had taken that was moving forward.

Unlike the thin-skinned ghost, the shadow did not lie completely flat on the ground; fine cracks extended from the edge of the needle, and the black needle trembled violently in the head maid's hand.

She couldn't hold the entire cold storage facility in place.

Even this humanoid form, having discarded most of its flesh and blood, was trying to tear apart the shadow beneath its feet.

But Stella did not let go. The giant scissors were held diagonally in front of her, blocking his severed hand that was lunging at the needle's tail. The blood-stained cuff remained in place.

Jiang Luo was already standing in front of him.

From the moment the black needle fell to the ground until the scythe pressed against his chest, there wasn't even enough time for him to finish a sentence.

"My lord, he can't escape now."

Stella's voice remained steady, only the stitches on the back of her hand were tauter.

Jiang Luo glanced down at the hand holding the needle, then raised her face, revealing two sharp teeth to Boss He.

(≖ᴗ≖)✧

"Looks like Lolo didn't overpay; you really got a good deal this time."

The blade pierced through the ice shell frozen on his chest.

Boss He's body suddenly contracted inward, trying to become a cloud of cold mist that could pass under the blade, but at that moment the scarlet patterns on the Blood Moon Mad Scythe lit up.

The bloodthirsty feast drew away the scattered, sinister power along the wound.

The cold mist failed to separate from the body; instead, it was pulled back by the scythe, falling back onto the stone slab along with the last struggling membrane.

Jiang Luo twisted his wrist, and the blade sliced ​​through his chest and abdomen, shattering the still-gathering primordial energy.

The cold storage facility behind the street shook violently.

The few bone legs that were originally supporting the roof went limp, and frozen meat slid down from between the beams, no longer trying to catch the escaped guests.

The mouths that had been gripping the cargo boxes under the outer wall slowly loosened, and someone took the opportunity to pull half a hand out from inside, carrying the tattered cargo bag as they crawled towards the street, not even daring to turn back to retrieve the string of rings left by their mouths.

The woman with the ram's horns had her servant help him up, then casually picked out a ring she recognized from the pile and tossed it back into his arms. She then continued walking toward her stash without stopping to wait for someone to thank her.

Boss He's mouth moved slightly.

Blood Moon Scythe did not stop where he was waiting to say his last words. A red light flashed, and he and his broken shadow at his feet scattered into a desolate gray.

The black needle in Stella's palm suddenly loosened.

She withdrew her supernatural power, carefully wiped the needle tip, and made sure the needle body was intact before carefully putting it back into the box.

Jiang Luo reached out and supported her wrist.

The head maid raised her head, intending to say that she had not let her master down, but when her gaze met Jiang Luo's furrowed brows, she swallowed her words and obediently spread her hands.

It's just a scratch.

After Jiang Luo understood, he loosened his clenched fingers, took out a clean cloth from his pocket, and pressed it against the back of her hand.

"Don't be in such a hurry to put the needle away. Lolo bought it to save you from getting hit, not to add another injury to your body."

"I know, my lord. If I had loosened my grip even a little, he would have run away. I didn't want you to chase after him again."

Jiang Luo pursed her lips, wrapped the cloth around her, and then gently tapped the needle case with her knuckles.

(｡ŏ_ŏ)

"Anyway, next time you can't just focus on the needle. The box can be replaced if it's broken, but you have to keep this hand safe for Lolo."

Stella laughed, her fingers gently supporting the knot Jiang Luo had tied for her, without touching the blood-stained cuff again.

The crow stood to the side, rubbing its shoulders. It looked at the needle box, then at the motionless ashes on the ground, and finally let out the breath it had been holding.

"Luckily you got the needle in advance, otherwise we would have to go back into that belly to look for it now."

Jiang Luo put away the Blood Moon Scythe and turned to look at her.

"You blocked that shot pretty well too. Lolo saw it and didn't hide at the back with her shield up."

Just as Han Ya's lips curled into a smile, a sharp pain shot through her shoulder. She quickly pressed it down, preventing herself from uttering the humble remark.

Seeing her grimacing, Jiang Luo reached out and patted his newly received money pouch.

(￣ ▽ ￣)

"Let's go, let's pack up the things from this deal first. Luo Luo hasn't forgotten the one she promised to pick for you."

The raven looked at the street again, and seeing that the broken bone leg was no longer moving, it retrieved the Bloodthirsty Raven and held it to examine the wings that had been swept by the membrane.

Jiang Luo also leaned over to take a look and saw that the feathers were only slightly ruffled, so he reached out and straightened one of them that was draped over her collar.

"You all put in the effort today, so when you get back, pick out what you like. Don't be reluctant to buy it, or your father will think that Luo Luo only makes you run errands."

She didn't pick up the bits of meat that had melted into the frozen mud on the ground, nor did she treat the unfamiliar ashes as materials that could be sold. Instead, she led the two of them back to the original courtyard gate.

The cold storage is no longer swallowing things.

But the goods frozen inside did not become docile. The sound of banging could still be heard from behind the half-collapsed door, and the ram-horned woman was leading her servants to relock a loosely fastened chest.

Several buyers tried to approach, but she forced them away by pointing the incense stick at their noses. Then she picked up her box and walked out onto the street, without even picking up the extra pieces of bronze mirror.

The man in the leather coat was helped to sit on the side of the street by two buyers. When he saw people sneaking into the cold storage in the chaos, he placed a broken short hook across the door to stop the hands reaching for the boxes.

He could no longer haggle with people like before, but he was still able to hold onto half the door. When Jiang Luo passed by, he asked the coachman to lend him a chair.

When the thin-faced merchant saw Jiang Luo return, he quickly pushed a wooden tray full of sealed bags in front of her.

He has recovered the consignment payment, and the other people who took the items have moved out. The remaining few boxes were accumulated by Boss He himself, and no one outside can produce a consignment receipt.

Jiang Luo looked at the tightly sealed bag openings, and her eyes slowly lit up.

(✧ω✧)

The little pocket I left behind when I went out looks much better now.

She picked up the top bag, ready to examine it closely, when the driver waiting outside the courtyard squeezed through the crowd and brought her the bent headlight.

"Lord Jiang, when the roof collapsed just now, the car was parked far away, only this lamp didn't get out of the way."

Jiang Luo's hand froze in mid-air.

She stared at the car headlights for a couple of seconds, then turned around and gestured towards the row of intact silver lamps behind Boss He's counter.

"Go pick out a sturdy one to replace it with. This time, you can't deduct it from the money Lolo just earned."