CFSMS -Chapter 243 What brand of cultist-catching device is this?

Lu Wu’s words seemed to carry some kind of magic. The moment she spoke, the little white shark that had still been wriggling suddenly went still.

Its body froze in place, only the sand on it sliding down with a rustling sound.

A pair of tiny black eyes stared blankly, filled with stupidity.

…Huh?

Did he swim the wrong way?

Even after sensing something was off, Zi Gong paused for a moment before starting to flick his tail again.

I’m just a little white shark. I don’t understand what you’re saying.

He had clearly seen that Gu Yan, the big demon, was here—and he seemed quite familiar with this human woman who had fished him up.

Thinking of Gu Yan’s terror, Zi Gong didn’t have the courage to suddenly transform in front of him.

Better to leave first.

Swim, swim!

For survival, Zi Gong used all his strength. He had used transformation techniques many times before, but they had always been for land animals. Suddenly becoming a foolish little sea fish made his body slightly uncontrollable.

Hm?

After struggling for a while, Zi Gong realized he still hadn’t gotten any closer to the sea. Instead, his body felt heavier.

The shark’s side eyes glanced backward—and saw a tiny red figure the size of a palm landing on his back.

That absurdly small thing somehow weighed astonishingly much.

It had stepped right on his “fate line,” pinning him in place.

Zi Gong’s mind spun rapidly, trying to find a way out of his predicament.

But after exhausting all his wisdom, he realized: instead of challenging fate, it was better to submit to it.

“Is roasted shark… tasty?”

Xiao Hong looked at the plump shark beneath her and swallowed hard.

From her sparkling eyes, Zi Gong could clearly see her rising appetite.

“Worth a try,” Lu Wu said thoughtfully, stroking her chin as she actually began considering it.

“Roasted shark… should be similar to roasted fish, right? With my skills, it shouldn’t taste bad.”

Not—no way, are they serious?!

Zi Gong’s shark face collapsed, his eyes nearly popping out.

Unable to continue pretending, he dispelled his transformation technique.

With a plop, he returned to human form.

But the scene… was rather tragic.

Zi Gong lay face-down in the sand, hands and knees pressed to the ground, a mouthful of sand stuffed into his mouth. He wanted to spit it out—but didn’t dare.

Now that he was human again, the little red figure was still firmly suppressing him, and his lower body had nearly gone numb.

He really didn’t want to end up paralyzed.

“Um… respected seniors, I was wrong. Please spare me. I’ll confess everything.”

Zi Gong raised a white flag and surrendered.

He was not a brave man. He couldn’t face bloodshed head-on. After being caught, he wouldn’t stay stubborn—he would confess whatever he needed to confess. That was the doctrine anyway.

After Lu Wu learned Zi Gong’s identity, she fell silent for a moment.

She began to wonder—was she some kind of cultist-catching magnet?

Otherwise, why did she keep running into cultists wherever she went?

Compared to these cultists, even the “Bun Sect,” which only cared about eating, suddenly seemed adorable.

(Bun Sect disciples: trapped in the cold palace, starving, starving, starving…)

“Since you’re already here,” Lu Wu said, glancing over Zi Gong’s妖气 (demonic) handsome face and open chest, “how about buying some cotton candy before you leave?”

Honestly, he was quite good-looking.

Very… demonic.

“Uh!” Zi Gong didn’t dare answer casually and instead looked toward Gu Yan.

When he noticed that the big demon kept glancing at his clothes, he very sensibly pulled them closed.

Mm. A bit cold. Better dress warmly.

“…Then, I’ll have some cotton candy?” he said cautiously.

Seeing that Gu Yan gave no other instructions, Zi Gong finally relaxed.

Lu Wu smiled brightly.

“Okay, dear customer, please wait~”

She rolled up her sleeves and got straight to work.

Soon, fluffy, steaming cotton candy was finished. Before Lu Wu could say anything, Gu Yan naturally took it.

The thin bamboo stick looked tiny in his hand.

He lowered his head and sniffed it.

A sweet aroma hit his face. Some of the soft sugar strands stuck to his cheek; he picked them off and licked them with his tongue.

His eyes lit up slightly.

“Not bad.”

He praised it.

He tore off a piece and ate it with elegant, noble movements—yet extremely fast.

Before Lu Wu even pulled out the stick for the second one, the first was already gone.

That speed could only be described as a storm sweeping away everything.

“Continue,” Gu Yan said calmly.

A single cotton candy wasn’t even enough to fill the gap between meals.

Never underestimate a demon’s appetite.

Lu Wu felt the pressure rise.

She refused to lose.

“Wait for it!” she muttered.

Her movements sped up dramatically.

With intensified flame control, her arms moved so fast they left afterimages. She was practically dancing.

I grind. I grind.

Done!

The second one was completed.

But Gu Yan took it, glanced at it for a moment—and suddenly slapped it flat.

The fluffy cotton candy the size of a head turned into a compact ball the size of a bottle cap.

He tossed it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and let it dissolve into sugar water that soothed his throat.

“Not bad. Continue.”

Lu Wu felt challenged.

This guy was underestimating a chef’s fighting power.

How arrogant.

Don’t underestimate the bond between us!

She powered up.

In the next instant, everyone saw her arms blur into afterimages.

Threads of sugar floated through the air, each strand precisely controlled. Under the moonlight, the rainbow-like sugar strands looked like a dream.

Zi Gong, standing obediently in line behind her, couldn’t help swallowing.

To be honest, he had originally been completely uninterested in this “cotton candy.”

But under the pressure of the demon, he had no choice but to obey.

Now, even without eating it, the fragrance in the air made him breathe deeper and deeper.

Xiao Hong, sitting at the corner of the stall, stared at the cotton candies being formed and instantly destroyed one after another. Her eyes kept darting back and forth until they nearly spun into spirals.

Her tiny eyes were filled with huge longing.

Not to mention Gu Yan’s satisfied expression—everything told Zi Gong that this cotton candy was not to be underestimated.

He hadn’t even become a customer yet, but he was already suffering the torment of waiting.

Fortunately, Gu Yan had no plans for seconds.

After Lu Wu handed over the last cotton candy, Gu Yan stepped aside.

Behind the stall, Lu Wu shook her arms, looking somewhat frustrated.

This round—the chef had lost.