Marvel: The Alchemist Just Wants a Peaceful Life

Without the slightest hesitation, Sherlock decisively turned around, kicked off his shoes, and rushed into Nezha's room.

The next second, a burst of wild laughter, loud enough to shatter the heavens, rang out in Nezha's poetic mountain and water manor.

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha! What kind of look is this? Are you cosplaying a panda or immersing yourself in playing the Demon King? How come your little tuft of hair has grown so much? Stand it up! Haha ...

No wonder Sherlock couldn't hold back; Nezha's appearance is simply too unbearable to look at. Let's just say, the current Nezha is no different from that evil peach that got beaten up by the Demon Orb!

Seeing Nezha in such a miserable state, Sherlock simply couldn't hold back anymore!

No wonder this guy always turned his back on me when we were together. Sherlock initially thought he was just showing off, but it turns out he got beaten up!

In other words, this place, which is what Nezha calls 'movie merchandise,' is actually where Nezha is locked up!

Seeing Sherlock laughing so hard he was practically rolling on the ground, Nezha's blood pressure spiked. He stopped pretending to be aloof and stood up abruptly, roaring at Sherlock.

"You bastard, you still have the nerve to laugh! If it weren't for your damn Golden Core Technique, would I have gotten beaten up so badly? And even locked up in solitary confinement! You still have the nerve to laugh? 凸(#Д)凸"

Hearing Nezha's roar as he broke down, Sherlock laughed even harder, especially after Sherlock learned what Nezha had done after he gave him the Golden Elixir Technique. He almost collapsed from laughter.

Very well, unsurprisingly, Sherlock now understood why those people in the main hall of the guild had looked at him like that, and at the same time, Sherlock also confirmed one thing.

Given the reach of the Golden Elixir Technique and its derivative Golden Soup Technique, for the sake of one's dignity and safety, it would be far better to stay here in seclusion with Nezha for five days!

After all, no one could guarantee that Sherlock, as the mastermind, wouldn't be ambushed by the Sixth Master if he went out at this time, and personally experience the Golden Elixir Technique and its derivative Golden Soup Technique...

Chapter 555 On the Consequences of Letting Boys Gather Together to Play Video Games for Five Days

As the inventor of the Golden Elixir Technique, Sherlock knew far too well what the so-called Golden Elixir Technique was all about.

But what Sherlock really couldn't accept was Minato's Golden Soil Technique. Sherlock thought he was shameless enough, but he never expected that there was someone even stronger.

Most importantly, Sherlock genuinely believed that the Golden Soup Technique was a hundred times more terrifying than his own Golden Core Technique.

Even after time-traveling, Sherlock still retains the habit of washing his bottom with warm water after using the toilet.

As for why this habit exists, it can only be said that people who have been to the proctology department will develop this good habit.

After all, aside from hemorrhoids, other skin diseases can cause excruciating pain that makes people question their existence. So much so that the most humble yet terrifying place in the world is the entrance to the dressing room of the proctology department in a hospital, without exception!

Fun fact: If the inside of a perianal fistula is damaged, it will most likely become infected and suppurate. Once infected, it will likely develop into a condition called perianal abscess. If left untreated, it will eventually become an anal fistula, which is essentially another perianal fistula.

Therefore, never use a swallow skin to do anything strange other than excretion.

The reason for saying so much is that Sherlock truly believes that the Golden Soup Technique not only destroys the opponent's dignity, but also inflicts inhuman suffering on them.

This is far more terrifying than the Golden Elixir Technique, which merely causes excruciating pain; it is a long-lasting dual attack on both the physical and mental aspects!

Even if those who practice the Golden Soup Technique were to act inhumanely, causing a backlash...

As Sherlock sat next to Nezha, his face grew paler and paler with each thought. Nezha, knowing Sherlock's increasingly pale face, knew exactly what he was thinking.

Although Nezha, being a fellow entertainer, understood perfectly what Sherlock was thinking, he managed to control his entertainer's spirit with reason and the unhealed wounds on his face.

He picked up a handle with a disgruntled expression and shoved it into Sherlock's hand before speaking to him.

"Don't tell me what you're thinking! I don't want to know! If you want, just play games with me. If you don't want to and want to have some fun, the door's over there. Goodbye!"

Seeing Nezha's somewhat vulnerable expression, Sherlock could only manage a pale and awkward smile.

"No, no, I'm just playing games. I haven't played games in ages."

Sherlock, still somewhat fearful, said to Nezha, "Damn it, the more I think about it, the less I dare to go out. If that old man really gets ambushed, it's a small matter if my dignity becomes as fragile as glass."

Most importantly, the deep-seated fear of proctology was something that truly terrified Sherlock!

Driven by such fear, Sherlock would gladly do five days of hard labor, let alone five days of gaming. Besides, playing games is a way of reminiscing about his carefree college days before his time travel.

……

Five days passed, a full five days. When the Bodhisattva stood outside the gate of Nezha's mansion with a complicated expression, his face was full of exhaustion.

Heaven knows how many brain cells he and Yu Di lost before they barely managed to control the situation. The fairies in the middle level were alright; as long as they were normal people, they would still have some dignity when faced with this attack method defined as evil cultivation.

The most difficult tasks are for the elders at the top and the lesser demons at the bottom.

The main reason for the upper level is actually Chi Nian, who was the first to try something new, and another water-type elder, plus endless grudges and affections.

To put it simply, Chi Nian desperately wanted to have a one-on-one fight with Wuxian using the Golden Core Technique before it was banned, while another water-element elder, also unable to stand Chi Nian, desperately wanted to have a one-on-one fight with him before the Golden Soup Technique was banned.

In short, it's a melodramatic love triangle where he chases and he runs away.

Of course, compared to the love triangle between these three, the most difficult to deal with are actually the lower-level demons.

After all, for those lowly demons, whether it's the Golden Core Technique or the Golden Soup Technique, although neither of them are respectable, they are still trump cards.

Although the flower language of newborn fairies is "first come, first served," it doesn't mean that every little fairy can gain a powerful master. The improvement brought by a good master is something that a little fairy who has apprenticed to an ordinary master cannot imagine.

The simplest example is the contrast between Infinity and that 'hero' who slapped someone.

Of course, even putting all that aside, for those demons who just want to live peacefully and don't want to fight, mastering the Golden Core Technique and the Golden Soup Technique can be a trump card to buy time, so that they won't be completely helpless when they encounter trouble.

This vast base of lower-level fairies is what truly gives the Great Master and Rain Flute a headache.

Fortunately, the matter was resolved smoothly, and the scope of these two heretical cultivation methods was contained within the association.

This is what makes the Bodhisattva most satisfied, because if this thing were to accidentally spread to the Heavenly Court, the Bodhisattva would feel a headache just imagining the consequences.

Looking up at the plaque of "Zha Mansion" filled with Nezha's wicked humor, Da Shi's lips twitched, and he stepped directly into Nezha's "merchandise" manor, which was specially built for the movie's promotion.

Following the covered walkway, the Bodhisattva easily found the main house where Sherlock and Nezha were in seclusion.

However, when the Bodhisattva pushed open the door, he was forced to leave by the sight and smell inside the room.

He pinched his nose and looked at the scene in the room with disgust, not even knowing where to begin complaining.

Nezha's once high-end e-sports room, which was a fully smart home, has now become a dark garbage dump, with leftover beverage bottles, cans, and takeout and snack packaging scattered all over the floor.

The entire room was filled with the smell of smoke mixed with the stench of fermenting food, like a garbage dump.

At the far end of the room, in front of the two high-end computers back to back, two oddly shaped figures, one tall and one short, were extremely slovenly and even exuding a strange odor, roaring at the only light source in the room—the computer screens.

"Do you even know how to play? Huh? I told you there are people at A site, let's go all out in mid, lock down the headshot line, this game is a sure win, what the hell are you doing running to B site?"

Sherlock, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, large dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, roared at Nezha on the other side of the screen as a pile of cigarette butts filled the ashtray below.

"Pah! La la la! All you do is bluff, I've already planted the bomb at point B and you're still fighting in mid! And you're asking me if I know how to play? Do you even know how to play?"

Nezha spat out the tasteless cane from his mouth, ignoring the chewed cane remnants scattered all over the ground, and slammed his hand on the table, roaring at Sherlock.

"Fuck you, let's fight one-on-one!"

"One-on-one it is! On the transport ship! Whoever loses has to call me daddy!"

The Great Master: "..."

Chapter 556 No, who are you?

Looking at these two people who were no different from internet cafe pros, Da Shi felt his blood pressure rising. At this moment, Da Shi deeply understood a principle: letting Nezha and Sherlock stay together was a fundamental mistake!

With a helpless expression, Dashi really couldn't bring himself to enter this room, which was comparable to a garbage dump. After some hesitation, Dashi could only knock hard on the door he had just opened.

However, it was obvious that the two people, who were wearing headphones and immersed in their own world, could not hear Dashi's knocking and would not pay any attention to him.

"Cough cough!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Da Shi coughed twice more in an attempt to get the attention of the two internet cafe pros, but unfortunately, Da Shi's two coughs disappeared without a trace amidst the cursing between Nezha and Sherlock.

(*｀ω)

After being ignored twice in a row, the veins on the Bodhisattva's temples bulged. He decisively took out his jade bottle and threw two drops of sweet dew at Nezha and Sherlock, who were in the middle of a solo match.

The next second, Sherlock, who was focused on the gun, suddenly felt his headphones fall off his head. Before he could react to what had happened, he found that his hands had turned into horseshoes.

Of course, Nezha on the other side wasn't much better off.

If we really want to say what the difference is between Nezha and Sherlock, then the only difference is that Nezha becomes a dwarf horse, while Sherlock becomes a normal horse.

Because they had transformed into horses, even if Sherlock and Nezha were unwilling, their countless solo duels had to be forced to stop. After all, hooves and a horse's body simply couldn't sit on a chair, let alone hold a keyboard or mouse.

Seeing that the two had finally obeyed, the Bodhisattva said to Nezha and Sherlock with a forced smile.

"You have two hours to clean the room, one hour to wash yourselves, and I'll be back to check in three hours! If the room is still a mess when I get back, Sherlock, you and Nezha can go see Laozi like this!"

Nezha: "Hee-green-green-green-green~" (This is my house, why should I clean it?)

Sherlock: "Hee-lung-lung-lung~ Hee-lung-lung-lung-lung~" (Stop yelling, do you think the Great Master can understand a horse's neighing?)

Nezha: "Hee-green? Hee-green-green-green-green~" (Does that mean we can insult him to his face?)

Sherlock: "Hee-green! Hee-green-green-green~ Hee-green-green-green-green~" (Theoretically possible! But I don't think it's necessary, since it's pretty useless, right?)

Nezha: "Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee~" (At least it feels better!)

The Great Master said, "Unfortunately, I can understand what you're saying! Consider it a precaution to prevent you from cursing me!"

Nezha & Sherlock: !!!

As the Bodhisattva directly cracked Sherlock and Nezha's encrypted horse language conversation, a horse bit suddenly appeared in both of their mouths.

With the help of the horse bit, Sherlock and Nezha could still speak, but they could no longer understand what the other was saying.

Although the two could not understand each other's words, their actions were quite in sync. Nezha desperately tried to pick up the broom with his two front hooves, while Sherlock kept stomping on a rag with his hooves.

The two men made it clear that they couldn't work in this condition.

However, it was clear that the Great Master had no intention of letting the two off the hook. Instead, he glanced at his watch and then said to them with a smile.

"You need to time your begging for mercy carefully!"

After saying this, the Bodhisattva, with a compassionate smile on his face, decisively closed the door to the room.

When the room's light source returned to the computer screen, Sherlock and Nezha, now in the darkness, exchanged a glance and both let out terrified screams.

Nezha & Sherlock: "Hee he ...

Three hours later, when the door to the room was opened again by the Bodhisattva, Sherlock and Nezha were lying on their backs in the clean and bright room.

The foul smell and piles of garbage that used to resemble a garbage dump have completely disappeared.

Seeing the two people lying on the ground like 'dead horses', the Bodhisattva smiled and threw two drops of sweet dew at them, and Sherlock and Nezha returned to their original forms.

Nevertheless, the two were still incredibly slovenly; after all, it was a miracle that they could clean the room with horse hooves in less than three hours.

God knows what the two of them went through in those three hours; Nezha even almost wanted to set the whole house on fire to end it all.