I Received Messages From Future Self!-Chapter 294 - 290 Taotie Holy Shit Sticky Rice Dumpling
Chapter 294: Chapter 290 Taotie: Holy Shit, Sticky Rice Dumpling?
Chapter 294 -290 Taotie: Holy Shit, Sticky Rice Dumpling?
Taotie’s eyes bulged, round and wide.
The expression on its face was as if it had seen a ghost.
More precisely, it really had seen a ghost.
The towering figure clad head to toe in armor before it was the ghost Taotie saw.
If you were to say that the other party was human, Taotie wouldn’t believe it.
Who, in their right mind, would wear such a thing in real life?
In history, there was a cold weapon known as the nuclear bomb of the era, the Strange Dagger from the Tang Dynasty which could cleave both man and horse with a single stroke!
The armor it wore was also from the Tang Dynasty, the Sturdy Mingguang Armor.
With such gear, an average person could neither wear nor even lift a single piece of it.
To move and resist in it, one would have to be at least as strong as Taotie, but even then, Taotie was not confident it could move freely once armored.
“Old Tom, we’ve encountered a sticky rice dumpling!”
Taotie shouted to Tom on the crossbeam.
Hearing Taotie’s shout, Tom didn’t react much because he didn’t understand what a sticky rice dumpling was.
But Fang Xiaocao was startled.
She instinctively tightened her grip on Hummingbird’s hand next to her.
“Princess Your Highness, what’s wrong?”
Hummingbird asked with confusion.
“The dead have come back to life…”
Fang Xiaocao said in a trembling voice.
“What?”
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Hummingbird was taken aback and asked in confusion.
“The sticky rice dumpling Taotie is talking about means that the ancient corpse from the tomb has come back to life…”
Fang Xiaocao quietly explained to Xiaocao.
Having heard what Xiaocao said, Hummingbird too showed a shocked expression; she had seen many corpses, but this was her first time encountering a revived one.
Now understanding what a sticky rice dumpling meant,
Hummingbird became even more vigilant.
The look she gave to the sticky rice dumpling was full of horror.
She had killed many people, but she didn’t kill the dead!
Taotie swallowed hard, glanced at the sticky rice dumpling holding the gleaming Strange Dagger in its hand, then looked back at the wooden-handled spear in its own grip and couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
How could it fight with such a disparity in equipment?
The Strange Dagger in the other’s hand was a weapon that could split both man and horse with a single blow, only suitable and liftable by the brave and powerful.
And what about the wooden spear in its hand?
It was nothing more than standard equipment for ordinary soldiers!
The gap was not slight.
Looking back at the protective gear, Taotie’s smile turned even more bitter.
Its Black Tech Bulletproof Vest might stop bullets, but it might not withstand the Strange Dagger.
Bullets only penetrate a point, and with the bulletproof ceramics inside, it wouldn’t sustain severe injury.
But if struck by the Strange Dagger, it would be a sweep.
One strike and the bulletproof vest would be torn.
With the second strike, it would either die or be seriously injured.
Moreover, its legs, arms, and neck weren’t protected, leaving it vulnerable to the enemy’s slashes.
The enemy’s Mingguang Armor, however, was standard for Tang Dynasty generals, designed to be durable and resistant to beatings; bullets might not even penetrate, and the sticky rice dumpling wouldn’t fear bullets anyway—a pierced Mingguang Armor wouldn’t matter.
The equipment gap was too great.
Taotie had a feeling of powerlessness, like a dog trying to bite a turtle but finding nowhere to start.
“Damn it, I’m going all out!”
Taotie spat, tightened its grip on the spear, gritted its teeth, and took the initiative to strike first.
Whether you’re a human, a ghost, or a sticky rice dumpling,
Taotie isn’t afraid of you!
The spear in Taotie’s hands whooshed fiercely through the air.
The sharp spearhead was aimed directly at the zombie’s face armor.
The weakest part of the zombie’s armor was the face armor on its visage, and Taotie planned to first pry off the zombie’s face armor to see if the creature was human or ghost.
A zombie is a zombie after all, its reactions not as quick as the living, its movements a beat behind.
Taotie’s spear was swift and ferocious as a dragon.
With a “clang” sound, it pierced into the face armor’s eye socket, and with a “plop,” a stream of colorful juices spurted out from the eye sockets of the zombie’s face armor.
This scene caused Taotie to frown.
It was different from the type of zombie he had encountered as a child while accompanying the old tomb robber!
The zombie back then was just a mummified corpse with long hair, possessing immense strength but very slow in movement; there was neither blood nor body fluid when it was cut, but this one, upon being stabbed with a spear, surprisingly burst out with juices, which took Taotie by surprise.
Taotie’s hand that held the spear gave a powerful upward jerk while, simultaneously, the Strange Dagger in the zombie’s hand slashed toward the shaft of Taotie’s spear.
Taotie squinted his eyes, quickly retracted his spear, and at the same time, took a step back, increasing the distance between him and the zombie. He felt it was a pity that he hadn’t been able to pry off the zombie’s face armor.
Not as well-equipped as the zombie, Taotie dared not engage it head-on, for fear that his one and only weapon would be chopped in half by that Strange Dagger.
Taotie gazed hungrily at the chillingly shiny Strange Dagger in the zombie’s hand.
“You old sticky rice dumpling, keep being arrogant.”
“Sooner or later I’ll get my hands on your Strange Dagger.”
Taotie muttered under his breath, dodged aside from the zombie’s Strange Dagger, and smoothly circled to its back, then kicked fiercely against the zombie’s back armor.
This armor indeed had formidable defense capabilities.
But it had a significant flaw.
A weakness that even living humans could not overcome when wearing it.
On a corpse, that flaw became even more pronounced.
It could even be magnified several times over.
That certainty was its weightiness.
Even Taotie, a top assassin proficient in bodily technique, would be unable to move flexibly wearing it.
Let alone a corpse.
What Taotie needed to do was to take down Old Zongzi.
As long as he could bring Old Zongzi down, Taotie would ensure it could never rise again.
A fallen Old Zongzi, unable to wield the Strange Dagger, was but a tiger without teeth, left for Taotie to handle at his leisure.
However…
With that kick, Taotie realized what it meant to kick an iron plate.
Old Zongzi staggered from Taotie’s kick.
Taotie’s own foot went numb from the impact.
He stumbled back three or four steps before steadying himself.
Taotie grimaced in pain as he yelled, “Old Tom, stop spectating and get down here to help me out, I can’t handle this alone!”
Before Taotie’s words could fade, Tom, who had been squatting on the beam, descended like a warrior from heaven, leaping down and thrusting his spear straight at Old Zongzi.
The sharp tip of the spear, upon hitting the shiny Mingguang Armor, let out a “clang,” sending sparks flying and forcing Old Zongzi to retreat two steps.
Seeing this, Taotie immediately sprang into action.
He bolted toward Old Zongzi, leaping up and using the shaft of his spear to lock around Old Zongzi’s neck, his muscles swelling instantaneously as he exerted brute force to yank Old Zongzi backwards.
A thrust with his spear failed to hurt Old Zongzi.
Instead, the reverberation left his own hands numb.
Tom was shocked on the spot.
“Old Tom, stop your damn daydreaming!”
“Come over and help out!”
“Disarm that bastard of its weapon!”
Seeing Tom standing dumbfounded, Taotie bellowed urgently.
Hearing Taotie’s shout, Tom snapped back to reality.
He immediately grabbed the spear and charged over.
The spear struck hard against Old Zongzi’s hand, but did not achieve the effect Tom had hoped for.
Tom gritted his teeth, tossed away the spear.
He threw himself into Old Zongzi’s embrace and forcefully tried to pry the hand holding the dagger.
