Chapter 170: Little Red Riding Hood’s Wolf Granny
The ferocious Spiked Club howled through the air, crashing down on the grotesque elongated claw with a sickening “thump.” Yu Sheng watched as the limb burst apart like rotten cottonwood and pulpy sludge, spewing smoke and reeking of decay. It didn’t feel like striking flesh and bone but more like smashing through soaked, putrid wood.
In a flash, the twisted, lanky entity at the Door began to bloat violently, letting out a shrill screech as it swelled in all directions—its rage fully ignited.
But Yu Sheng was ready for this.
“Irene! Now!”
From behind Yu Sheng, endless Black Spider Silk erupted into the air, proliferating like it had a will of its own. The dark threads surged forward, silently embedding themselves into the flesh of the swollen creature. As the monster grew, so too did the cold, unyielding threads. In mere moments, the two forces intertwined in a morbid harmony. The silk stretched taut, creaking unnervingly—yet it succeeded in halting Wolf Granny’s movement.
Inside the Little House, Irene stood firm, arms raised high. Her tiny frame seemed cast into the earth itself, anchoring an immense weight.
Just as Yu Sheng had predicted: if a body forged from clay and lotus roots could let Irene endure the backlash of Hunger, then a skeleton of threaded steel would allow her to unleash monstrous strength. The transformation into a Doll had magnified the properties of her materials exponentially.
Yu Sheng surged out of the Little House.
With the savage weapon gripped tight, he dashed like a storm, his footfall cracking the earth beneath. He lunged at the immobilized Wolf Granny, slamming the Spiked Club into its chest with brutal force. The recoil almost tore the weapon from his grasp, but the monster’s chest burst open with a gruesome, gaping cavity.
Within that pit: no muscle, no organs. Only formless mist, sludgy muck, pale bones—and a single, black heart pumping rapidly, releasing bursts of venomous vapor.
Yu Sheng landed, regaining balance as he stared upward at the towering Wolf Granny, its chest wound grotesque and horrifying.
This was the true Wolf Granny of Little Red Riding Hood—a monstrosity steeped in the girl’s fear, grown and nourished since childhood.
Compared to this, the Wolf Granny that devoured Xiao Xiao had been but a feeble shadow. That one had been no more than a large Wolf; this one had transcended into something beyond natural law.
Then, suddenly, Yu Sheng felt a chill of premonition.
Even though the Wolf Granny remained bound by Irene’s threads, he threw himself to the side without hesitation.
A razor-sharp, icy wind hissed past his head as he dove, followed by the shriek of splitting air. Where he’d stood seconds ago, the ground and a nearby stump had been sliced open by something invisible.
“Holy hell, what the…” Yu Sheng gasped, whipping his head around. Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a shadow rapidly retracting.
Realization struck. He shouted toward the Little House:
“Irene! Its shadow!”
Night had fully enveloped the Dense Forest, starlight twinkling above. Beneath the hulking Giant Wolf, its shadow was rapidly expanding.
Though the Black Spider Silk constrained the beast’s physical body, its shadow now sprawled across the land, stretching to engulf the entire Little House. Within that creeping darkness, chaotic outlines roiled—and from them, figures began to rise.
There were elongated Wolf shadows, blurred human forms, wobbling children, and retreating adults. Some wailed, some begged, some simply stood, while others stared at Yu Sheng with resentment or malice.
These shadowy apparitions circled the Little House, collapsing and reforming from the abyss beneath Wolf Granny’s feet.
They seemed meant to unsettle Yu Sheng—though he wasn’t sure. After all, he didn’t recognize any of them.
Then Irene acted again. Countless strands of Black Spider Silk surged forth, pouring from the Little House’s Door, windows, cracks in its walls, chimney, and even the joints of roof and wall. The house itself seemed to sprout monstrous hair under the starlit night.
The strands wove through the darkness, forming an intricate web across the battlefield. Without a sound, it wrapped the body of Wolf Granny and her swelling shadow.
A black blade emerged from the shadow, aiming to strike Yu Sheng—but it was caught mid-air, suspended by Irene’s unyielding threads.
Fox Fire erupted into Yu Sheng’s view, the spectral blue blaze racing along the webbed paths spun from Black Spider Silk. Like an overflowing stream, it surged out from the Cozy Little House, rapidly melting the shadowy figures entangled in silk.
Miss Foxy had learned from the Museum debacle—not attempting any physical attacks against shadow-state foes this time. Instead, she wielded her flames, and it proved highly effective.
Yu Sheng moved.
With the Giant Wolf and its shadow suppressed under the joint assault of Irene and Miss Foxy, he finally sprang into action—lunging once again toward the Giant Wolf’s chest, aiming for the gaping hole he’d previously smashed.
Layers of black silk wove midair, tracing his every step with uncanny precision. Irene had understood his intent. She crafted a stairway of silk threads, leading straight to the Giant Wolf’s chest, where its frantically beating Wolf Heart throbbed.
Yu Sheng charged up. That rapidly pulsing heart loomed as the prime target in his vision.
Truthfully, he had no idea if this grotesque organ was truly the weakness of the Wolf Granny. But with it bouncing vividly in his sights, he didn’t care—it was getting a Logic Battle Club to the face.
The Giant Wolf, still bound by Black Spider Silk, let out a guttural howl. A storm of malice and rage surged in from all directions, almost tangible in its crushing pressure.
Yu Sheng instantly knew: [Looks like I guessed right.]
With one final step onto the top stair, he hurled himself at the heart.
In that moment of life and death, a portion of the Giant Wolf’s body forcibly broke free of the silk’s restraint. Its shattered chest squirmed unnaturally as mud-like flesh resisted the binding threads, beginning to regenerate. Pale bones sprouted from its chest cavity, layering rapidly to shield the heart.
Yu Sheng swung the Spiked Club down onto the regrowing ribcage.
With a shriek of metal and bone, the ribs snapped—and again he brought the weapon down, smashing them into fragments.
Relentlessly, he hammered away. The cruel club, embedded with jagged blades, nails, and twisted steel bars, cleaved through the defensive cage. Like chiseling away at stubborn stone, he hacked and carved at the Giant Wolf’s chest.
A chorus of phantom voices echoed in his ears—not from outside, but from within the Evil Wolf’s chest, from the Wolf Heart itself, from the Black Forest that surrounded them. The whispers clawed at his mind, speaking in the tongues of wolves, of humans, of the Forest. They tempted, deceived, even mimicked his own subconscious:
[Are you not afraid?]
[Have you never hesitated?]
[You act without doubt?]
Yu Sheng merely raised his weapon once more.
“Logically, I should be scared,” he grinned, eyes fixed on the now-exposed Wolf Heart, “but the logic is in my hands.”
He brought down the Logic Battle Club with brutal finality. Its embedded blades and nails should’ve dulled, snapped, or warped from the repeated impacts—but they hadn’t. Instead, they seemed forged of some indestructible substance, cleaving even the steel-hard ribcage into shards.
The Spiked Club jammed into the Giant Wolf’s chest, caught between the bones. In that moment, Black Spider Silk surged in to fill every remaining gap, sealing the regenerative process completely.
Yu Sheng reached inside, grabbed the basketball-sized, still-throbbing Wolf Heart, and yanked it free.
The organ convulsed violently, splitting open with fissures that spewed toxic, corrosive substances. A spray hit Yu Sheng’s arm, searing flesh away and injecting venom directly into his bloodstream.
He felt his veins boiling, the Wolf Poison burning through him. The Black Forest’s malice pierced his arteries, racing toward his own heart.
And he laughed.
“Yes, yes, that’s it… you seep into me, I seep into you, doesn’t matter who’s corrupting who…” he murmured, hugging the venomous, heart-crushing relic closer to his chest, “I was wondering how I’d find you… Good. You came to me.”
A baby’s crying pierced his mind—thin, ethereal, soul-shaking. It echoed not just from the heart, but from all around. From the beginning, the Black Forest had been weeping. Only now, holding the Wolf Granny’s heart, could he finally hear it.
The corrupted heart pulsed weakly, its spasms growing feebler. The toxic streams oozing from its cracks lost their potency, thinned into a trickle.
Now, they flowed within Yu Sheng—surrounded, contained.
The Giant Wolf’s monstrous form began to shrink. Like a deflating balloon, it collapsed from house-sized height to just over two meters. Then it crumbled further, dissolving into a puddle of rotting sludge.
Yu Sheng fell from midair.
He landed beside the heart, now shriveled and drained, still cradled in his arms. The Spiked Club that had been embedded in the Giant Wolf’s chest clattered down beside him, both of them coming to rest at the doorstep of the Cozy Little House.