Chapter 619 - 337: Drink the Wine of Contamination, Then Understand Everything (2)
"The second cup is dedicated to our Immortal Thief Stream’s second senior sister, Li Chengjing!"
He extended his hand again, summoning another small wine cup, poured the second glass of wine, and handed it to a middle-aged woman beside him.
...
In the opposite box.
Bai Mo listened to Cai Xiaozhen brag while watching a pot of blooming roses in the corner.
This box maintained a constant temperature throughout the year, and the roses had a long blooming period. They were still vibrant and splendid, breathtaking.
Each petal was upright and full.
"Second senior sister?
"Li Chengjing?"
As he was pondering this name, his phone suddenly vibrated—it turned out it was a message from the high-level group of the Immortal Committee.
[The second Sequence Six has appeared!]
[Disciple of Kongkong Immortal, Li Chengjing]
[Immortal Sword path]
[Master of Bright Objects]
Cai Xiaozhen and Wu Qingyun saw the message too. Instantly, their faces fell, eyes drooping, not knowing what to say.
Bai Mo looked toward the roses in the corner, noticing their petals trembling slightly.
His Divine Sense was aware that the woman opposite the Fanghua Banquet Hall had taken the second cup but hadn’t drunk it; instead, she sent it into her dream.
"Oh? She isn’t that Li Chengjing?"
...
In the Fanghua Banquet Hall.
The middle-aged woman, dressed in a padded jacket and headscarf, revealed yellow teeth and grinned after sending the drink into her dream.
"Haha, everyone, don’t misunderstand, I’m not the second senior sister.
"I’m just a regular Sequence Seven under the seat of Master Kongkong Immortal.
"Our senior sister just advanced, and her realm isn’t stable yet, she needs to consolidate.
"Once the Immortal Sword in West State is completely born, she will naturally come and take it together with Senior Brother Yangpeng Lake!"
Numerous disciples and heirs present showed peculiar expressions, some envious, some jealous, some dissatisfied.
With the first senior brother and second senior sister ranked, the remaining disciples and heirs were all Sequence Seven, without further order.
Little Mushroom jumped off the table, holding a pot of wine, poured and toasted each one.
"Come, senior brother, drink this cup."
"Come, junior sister, taste this wine."
"Come, senior sister, drink this cup to the fullest."
...
One cup after another of bubbling, black, oily and unidentified liquid was tilted back repeatedly.
Each disciple or heir frowned when raising the cup but realized something after drinking.
Until the short man who stole the lamb leg drank the bizarre unidentified liquid, eyebrows furrowed, mouth pouted, head held high...he put down the cup, his face filled with realization, gradually revealing a smile.
He looked to his left at the companions who had already drunk the wine, and laughed out loud.
"Hahahaha."
"Hahahaha."
They all looked to the right at companions who hadn’t yet drunk the wine, their expressions teasing.
"Hehehehe."
"Hehehehe."
The short man, delighted, grabbed the half-eaten lamb leg, tore off a piece, chewed it, swallowed it down while muttering to himself.
"So that’s it!
"So that’s it!"
What he didn’t know was that the lamb meat he swallowed cautiously slipped into his gut.
Carefully, it grew dense mycelium.
Carefully, it probed up through his esophagus and down against his intestinal wall.
Carefully, with a paralyzing effect, penetrated his stomach wall.
...
In the box, Cai Xiaozhen held up the grape wine on the table, gulped it down.
Pa!
He put down the wine glass.
"Alas, truly...pressure like a mountain, hahaha!
"Kongkong Immortal? Hearing this name, just another Fallen Immortal of the Immortal Thief Stream, right?
"Two Sequence Sixes?"
He didn’t even know what kind of Immortal Technique these so-called [Master of Hundred Bones][Master of Bright Objects] possess.
Others comforted him.
"Brother Cai, don’t be like this. There’s always a way forward, things will work out in the end.
"Drinking like this will irritate your stomach."
Bai Mo remained silent, focusing entirely on exploring the short man’s stomach with mycelium... he wanted to see if he could trace that strange black liquid to see what it was, how it affected the human body.
Yet...
In the man’s stomach, not a trace was left!
In that stomach, there’s wine, it’s the wine they stole! There’s meat, it’s the dishes they stole!
But the cup of black liquid he just drank was nowhere to be found, as if he had never drunk it.
In the banquet hall, one Immortal Thief Successor after another drank the bizarre black liquid.
Everyone who drank it had a look of sudden enlightenment, as if they suddenly understood everything!
Bai Mo’s mycelium was cautiously and slowly exploring inside the short man’s body.
It pierced through his intestines, then to his heart.
After examining the details of the heart, it climbed onto his spine.
The spine revealed nothing unusual, so it continued along the spine towards his brain.
As the distance between the mycelium’s synapses and the short man’s brain grew closer, Bai Mo’s Spiritual Sense started frantically sounding the alarm!
"Could it be that this trickery lies in the brain domain? Or perhaps..."
An odd thought arose unbidden in Bai Mo’s mind.
"...that contamination is lying in wait for me in the short man’s brain domain?"
He instinctively reached out, holding his disciple tightly, feeling the soft fur and plump belly.
"Aow!"
The Braised Pork Bun nuzzled against the master’s chest, nudging and rubbing with a face full of happiness.
"Hey, these Silton’s roast ribs have quite a strong flavor too..."
He abandoned the investigation of the short man.
This contamination’s origins were a mystery, sinister and bizarre, even the Nine Great Emperors of the past could not withstand it and ultimately failed, leading to the collapse of civilization.
Today, there’s no need to be stubborn.
Retreating for now doesn’t lose face; there’s plenty of time ahead!
...
In the Fanghua Banquet Hall.
Little Mushroom toasted the last person, then poured the last cup of wine, tilting his head back to drink it.
By now, in the entire banquet hall, more than eighty people had all drunk this wine of contamination.
They looked at each other, each seeing the other, each pulling at the corners of their mouths to reveal a bright smile, a smile of understanding everything.
"Hahaha."
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
In the depths of their eyes, ancient immortals also began to laugh.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Despite the room full of laughter.
The laughter of the short man came to an abrupt stop.
His face still smiling, but black blood flowed from his seven orifices.
His body went stiff, falling under the seat, collapsing on the thick carpet of the banquet hall.
His eyeballs flowed out, the sockets becoming two dark holes, empty within, showing no flesh, only black liquid still gurgling out, flowing down his face, soaking the carpet, spreading through the carpet.
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Hahahahaha!"
The entire room of Immortal Thief Successors seemed oblivious to this scene, continuing their bizarre laughter.
The companions seated next to the short man, who were just talking and laughing with him, also paid no mind.
Even as the black liquid flowed to their feet, dirtying their shoes, they didn’t bother to look down, smiles unchanged, laughter unabated.
...
In the opposite private room.
Bai Mo held a bowl of steaming corn soup, drinking it with a blank expression.
Suddenly, he had an intuition... that peculiar drink just now established some sort of connection between these Immortal Thief Successors?
"For now, we must not alert the snake.
"We’ll wait until their senior brother and second senior sister arrive in West State..."
...
In the cheapest large bed room downstairs.
Hu Shanjiu lay on the bed, clutching mineral water and bread, falling into a deep sleep.
The room’s soundproofing was top-notch, yet he seemed to hear waves of laughter, piercing through the walls, reaching his ears, intruding into his dreams.
So much so that in his dream, among the ruins, his Uncle Ghost Shadow with hair and beard white, trembled and wept!
He and his master, one on each side, supported his uncle’s arms.
"Don’t be afraid!"
"They haven’t found you!"
"It’s okay!"
His uncle’s body shuddered violently, convulsing.
His uncle bit his lip hard, not daring to make a sound, as if voicing out would get him discovered.
His uncle’s tears flowed like a river breaching its banks, covering his face, streaming down the wrinkles, soaking his beard.
"When you regain your body, cut them all down!"