Chapter Seventy-Seven This Medicinal Soup Is Poisonous

natural disasters is unpredictable. A newly appearing disaster might only be comparable to a ghost of the You rank, but if it grows stronger, even demons would dare not approach.”This is the text out...The misty night rain made the already dim sky even darker.

In a desolate mountain path shrouded by the falling rain, there stood a courtyard isolated and alone, its lights shining brightly.

Knock knock!

The courtyard gate was knocked on.

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After two or three breaths, the tightly shut courtyard gate opened, and a scholar dressed in scholarly attire quietly looked at the person who came.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Mo Zi-jin. I wonder, how should I address you"

"Yang Gong, the leader of the Eternal Alliance, has met Mr. Mo!"

Looking at the person before him, Yang Gong respectfully bowed his hands. Although his expression was calm, a hint of nervousness could be seen in his eyes.

He was quite clear about it.

What on earth is going on here

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Although he was a member of the Immortal Alliance, he did not dare to underestimate even a juvenile natural disaster.

Upon hearing the name 'Eternal Alliance', Mo Zijin's expression did not change much.

"It's raining outside, why don't you come in and sit for a while, Brother Yang"

After finishing his words, he turned around and walked back inside.

Standing outside the courtyard, Yang Gong's expression was a bit hesitant.

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He was very clear that the disaster site in front of him was within the courtyard.

As long as one does not step inside, this natural disaster will be unable to harm oneself.

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Similarly.

If you went in yourself, there might be a lot of trouble.

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Though Yang Gong placed himself in danger, he did so unwillingly.

He couldn't refuse, thinking of the order from the Eternal Alliance.

Abandoning humankind and siding with demons is already a path of no return. If he is abandoned by the Eternal Alliance, then neither humans nor demons will offer him shelter.

By then.

That's a dead end.

Having thought this through, Yang Gong hesitated for a moment before finally stepping inside.

"Though natural disasters are formidable, it is merely a fledgling one. If it truly unleashed its power, I doubt it could harm me. Besides, as long as we don't provoke it needlessly, there shouldn't be any major issues."

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Make a decision.

He lifted his heart a little.

When Yang Gong walked into the courtyard, the originally open courtyard door automatically closed.

The sound of the door slamming shut made his heart beat erratically again.

Stepping into the hall.

Yang Gong suddenly felt a strong aroma of ink mixed with the pungent smell of herbs hit him, causing his eyebrows to furrow instinctively.

Looking inside, it seemed much like an ordinary household.

"Brother Yang, please sit down."

Mo Zijin had a gentle smile on his face.

Yang Gong could only sit down and then eagerly opened his mouth: “My purpose in coming here today is to discuss a matter with Mr. Mo.”

"Shall we talk"

Mo Zi-jin showed a surprised expression, with some confusion on his face.

“As this is the first time I’ve met Brother Yang, I wonder what brings you to speak with me”

Has Mr. Mo ever heard of the Eternal Alliance

"I wish to hear more about it."

“The Eternal Alliance was founded by my demon clan. Its influence spreads throughout the world, not just in the Qin Dynasty at present. The main reason I'm here is to invite Mr. Mo to join my Eternal Alliance.”

Yang Gongzheng said gravely.

As far as outsiders are concerned.

The term "demon" is a derogatory term used for demons, but it is not actually so.

Because the words "demon and evil" were not originally spread from the mouths of humans, but from the Everlasting Alliance.

Therefore, when he spoke of the words 'demon' and 'evil spirit', his expression remained unchanged.

On the other side.

Mo Zijin's gentle smile seemed to have become a bit stiff.

He neither agreed nor disagreed, as if he were deaf to what was said.

"It's a chilly night with light rain. I'll go get some warm things for Brother Yang."

That's all.

Mo Zi-jin then turned and left.

Yang Gong opened his mouth, wanting to call out to the other party, but it was already too late.

He sat alone in the hall, looking at his surroundings. The candle flame flickered in the moving air, casting dancing shadows that made him feel restless and uneasy.

Take a few deep breaths.

I calmed my troubled heart.

"This mission, as it turns out, is not as simple as it seemed."

Yang Gong sighed inwardly.

Although the task is not easy, if it can be completed, there are many benefits that one can reap.

Nothing else to say.

The rewards from the Eternal Alliance side must be numerous.

At that time, it was possible to directly break through to a realm comparable to that of a master. Who knows

Thinking of this, Yang Gong's spirit also lifted slightly.

The Eternal Alliance is home to many powerful individuals. While someone like him, comparable in strength to a congenital being, isn't insignificant, his status isn't particularly high either.

But.

As long as we can make a breakthrough upward.

Then, in the Everlasting Alliance, he would also be considered a strong individual.

Just then.

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Mo Zi-jin entered from outside, holding a porcelain bowl in his hand.

"Brother Yang, this is a medicinal soup that I have spent many years carefully researching and developing. It is most nourishing for the body. You can drink it while it's hot."

Yang Gong looked at the black, murky medicine soup in front of him. The stench was so overpowering that it almost made him want to vomit.

This soup, if there's any problem, he absolutely has to cut his head off.

For a moment, the scene was at an impasse.

Half a beat.

Mo Zijin's smile stiffened, and it seemed to recede a few points, as if he had become gloomy.

"How so, Brother Yang Do you not trust me"

"Mr. Mo, you're mistaken."

Yang Gong reached out to take the porcelain bowl, the stench grew even stronger, making his throat churn.

Since I joined the Eternal Alliance, in a strict sense, I am no longer considered a normal human.

Even if the bowl contained a bowl of poison, it wouldn't have much of an effect on him.

After all, even the most poisonous poison cannot harm a demon.

For so many years.

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Yang Gong had never heard of any demon or evil spirit being killed by poison.

Therefore, he wasn't afraid the bowl might be poisoned, but the smell was just too awful to stomach.

I really don't want to drink.

Under Mo Zijin's gaze, Yang Gong realized he had no way to refuse.

...Once refused.

This time, the plan to recruit the other party into the Eternal Life Alliance might be exposed.

For a great cause, even if what's in front of you is bitter, you have to drink it down.

As soon as I thought of this.

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Yang Gong secretly made up his mind and directly opened his mouth to swallow the contents of the bowl.

The inky medicinal soup, when swallowed, didn't have the stench one would expect, but instead possessed a refreshing fragrance.

A strong contrast.

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He couldn't help but smack his lips.

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"Delicious!"

Upon receiving praise, Mo Zijin's smile broadened even further. He reached out to take the porcelain bowl.

"Brother Yang, you truly have exquisite taste."

"That's——ew!"

Yang Gong first smiled, just about to say something when the medicine soup he had just swallowed exploded in his stomach like a bomb, twisting his face and causing him to hunch over and vomit.

Black blood, mixed with something unknown, was spewed out. A pungent stench spread.

“This, this medicine soup, the medicine soup is poisonous——”

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Yang Gong slid down from the chair, curling up on the ground, his face turning blue and contorting in pain.

Poisonous!

Medicinal soup can really be poisonous!

He didn't expect, however, that the toxicity of the medicine decoction would be so strong that it could even poison him.

On the other side.

Mo Zijin's face was already filled with anger.

“This is a prescription that I have painstakingly researched for many years, how could it be poisonous You, you insult me like this, you truly deserve to die!”

When he spoke, his face also contorted.

in a moment.

The candles in the hall flickered wildly, casting dancing shadows on the walls. What was once a bright and airy space had now grown dim.

Then.

Just then, I saw Mo Zijin's eyeballs drop out, with black blood flowing from his empty sockets. His mouth was split open to the base of his ears, blood dripping constantly from the wound.

At this time, he had completely lost the scholarly elegance of a scholar.

"You dare slander me, I'll eat you!"

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Looking down at Mo Zijin, Yang Gong's eyes widened in astonishment.

He wanted to rebel.

But being poisoned, he couldn't move at all.

All you could do was watch helplessly as the other person leaned down, inch by inch, closer to you.

Rip—

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His arm was ripped apart, the excruciating pain causing Yang to let out a gut-wrenching scream.

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“Oh!”

With one hand, he grasped the bloody arm and shoved it into his mouth. Mo Zijin swallowed it in two bites, then turned his pitch-black eyes to the rest of Yang Gong's body.

The candles in the hall suddenly went out.

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The night sky was illuminated by flashes of lightning, accompanied by torrential rain.

A piercing scream after another echoed through the hall.

The screams went from shrill to low, and finally died down completely.

After a long time.

The candles in the hall were relighted, the sound of reading came from within, accompanied by the falling rain at night, as if nothing had ever happened.

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In a brightly lit room, rows of oil lamps flickered. But among the many burning lamps, one suddenly went out.

At the moment the oil lamp went out.

An old woman came in, leaning on her cane. She looked at the extinguished oil lamp and the name carved underneath it, and her face changed slightly.

Immediately, she left the secret room and went to another place.

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Once out of the secret room, it seemed like a grand family courtyard with artificial hills and flowing water, pavilions, and towers.

One by one, maidservants shuttled about, but if one looked closely, one could see that the expressions on each face seemed somewhat unnatural.

The old woman walked across the courtyard and came to the hall.

In the hall, a man sat there. The table before him was piled with unidentified flesh and blood; some of it still twitched slightly. A heavy smell of blood hung in the air.

>Saw the old woman enter.

That person ate a large amount of meat.

"How did you get here"

When he spoke, the meat in his hand did not let go, and he was chewing with blood running down his chin.

Upon seeing this.

The old woman's expression remained unchanged as she spoke in a calm voice, "Yang Gong's life fire has extinguished."

"Yang Gong"

The man was taken aback, as if he had thought of something.

“I remember he was sent to find that young Calamity, wasn't he”

"That's right, but now Yang Gong's life fire has been extinguished. Either he was met by people from the Demon Suppression Division, or he died at the hands of that celestial disaster."

The old woman's face was calm.

“If we died at the hands of nature, it would be fine. But if we died at the hands of the Demon Suppression Division, I fear our stronghold here would be exposed.”

"I understand."om. When he reappeared, he was already in another place.It is also a blank, wordless plaque.>He used spiritual energy as his brush and inscribed the corresponding names on it.Library!The font appears...