Chapter 432 - 349: Should We Eat the Hallucinogenic Mushroom?
Eating an unknown species of these things could be fatal.
The kind where there’s no coming back.
When Kong Jian heard this, his eyes filled with anticipation as he looked at Wen Ying. "Shihuhu... I want to..."
He even gave Wen Ying’s hand a gentle shake. ’Acting spoiled felt really good.’
How could Wen Ying possibly resist?
She immediately agreed. "Alright. When we find them, Liger will try them first. You just watch from the side."
Kong Jian pouted. He was the one who wanted to try.
’It would be dangerous if Liger tried them.’
’But how could a disciple disobey his Shihuhu?’
"Found them~"
Wen Ying quickly ran toward a tree. A circle of red mushrooms grew at its base.
They were strangely beautiful.
Wen Ying reached out and picked a few.
"Shihuhu, what happens if you eat them?"
This reminded Wen Ying of the part that interested her most: many people said that after eating them, you could have hallucinations.
These mushrooms weren’t just poisonous; for some, the main draw was controlling the dosage to induce hallucinations.
She wanted to see what her own hallucinations would be like.
"Don’t worry, Liger will be fine. What’s the worst that could happen? I’ll see an Immortal descending to the mortal realm?"
Wen Ying’s face was full of anticipation.
Kong Jian pouted. ’An Immortal descending to the mortal realm?’
’To me, Shihuhu, you are the Immortal who has descended to the mortal realm.’
Kong Jian instantly lost interest. Hallucinations held no appeal for him whatsoever.
But Wen Ying’s next words successfully piqued his interest once more.
"Everyone’s hallucinations are different. Maybe you see something from the depths of your heart. Or maybe Liger will get to see some handsome men?"
Kong Jian’s smile grew a little stiff.
’As long as Shihuhu is happy.’
’As long as I can stay by her side and protect her.’
’As for the things deep in his own heart...’
Wen Ying quickly prepared the mushrooms. She fashioned a simple pot and made chopsticks from twigs.
Thankfully, she had small bowls in her spatial storage, which saved some time.
Wen Ying added some other ingredients she had found along the way to the mushroom soup, threw in a bit of frozen meat, and started stewing it.
Kong Jian looked at Liger, then at the delicious-smelling food before him.
It certainly smelled fragrant, and he was starting to want some too.
As time passed, the aroma of the mushroom and meat soup grew stronger, making Kong Jian’s mouth water.
Wen Ying took out two small bowls and ladled soup into both. "Wait until Liger wakes up before you eat, understand?"
Kong Jian nodded. ’Since this stuff is poisonous, I have to watch over Liger.’
’No matter how much I want to eat it, I won’t.’
After Wen Ying finished her soup, she sat down and waited for the toxins to take effect.
She even began to wonder, ’What will my hallucination be?’
’Will it be about things from my past? But this isn’t the same world.’
’This is getting more and more exciting.’
Five minutes passed. Then ten. Wen Ying felt absolutely nothing.
So, she ladled another bowl and ate that too.
She was certain these bright red mushrooms were poisonous, but her condition hadn’t changed in the slightest.
Half an hour passed. Wen Ying and Kong Jian looked at each other, dumbfounded.
"Little Kongjian, it seems Shihuhu’s luck isn’t very good today. You go ahead and eat."
Even though she was a Liger, Wen Ying felt a bit embarrassed making her disciple watch her eat, only to have him wait half an hour for nothing.
Kong Jian didn’t overthink it. He picked up his bowl and started eating.
He ate three bowls in one go.
He was truly famished.
Just as they had packed up and were about to set off, Kong Jian’s eyes closed. His body began to sway, and he started to topple toward the ground.
Wen Ying reached out and caught him. ’It’s taking effect?’
’So this stuff really is poisonous, but it just doesn’t work on me?’
’And Little Kongjian ate three bowls...’
Wen Ying immediately redeemed an Antidote Pill and stuffed it into Kong Jian’s mouth.
Kong Jian could feel Liger’s movements, but he held the Antidote Pill in his mouth without swallowing.
He just lay there.
*
The sky was a hazy gray. Kong Jian found himself standing halfway up a somewhat familiar mountain.
The mountain was deserted; he couldn’t see anyone else.
Looking around, Kong Jian vaguely recalled that this place seemed familiar.
’Is this the place where I grew up?’
The place where he grew up was, of course, a small temple on the mountain.
In the obscure and rather dilapidated temple, there was only the old monk and him.
’Does that mean I can see the old monk again?’
Acting purely on instinct, Kong Jian turned and ran toward the temple.
The path was long, but thankfully, Kong Jian had been running this way since childhood and was long used to it.
He was very fast. In less than ten minutes, he saw the outline of the temple—his home.
’But now... is that smoke coming from the temple?’
At the thought of the old monk, Kong Jian picked up his pace.
But he was a step too late. What he saw was a scorched temple and the old monk, breathing his last.
It felt as if something in his mind was collapsing.