Chapter 295
Chapter 295
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 295
>Chapter Title: Think of a Way
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A few days later, no matter what shocking and horrifying events he had experienced before, Li Huowang had already calmed down again.
He stood by the window, his face gloomy as he silently watched the Sit-Forget Daoist floating in the air in the distance.
The faceless, eyeless Sit-Forget Daoist across from him sat on Peng Longteng's shoulder, a half-smile on his face as he stared back at Li Huowang.
"There's no need for me to get worked up. It's just an illusion, nothing more. It's not the first one anyway—when you owe too much debt, you stop worrying; when you have too many lice, you stop itching." Li Huowang comforted himself in his mind.
"Given his personality, he'll definitely try to mess with me in the future. But since I know this guy's a liar, as long as I treat everything he says as fart, he won't be able to affect me."
"Is that really the case? I doubt it." The Sit-Forget Daoist raised his hand and examined his palm. "With several of us things in your mind, that's bound to be big trouble, huh~"
"And right now it's just four. In the future, it'll be more than forty~"
Li Huowang pretended he couldn't see him at all as he supported himself against the wall and slowly made his way toward the table.
"Come on, chat with me. Why'd you stop?"
Just as the Sit-Forget Daoist was pestering Li Huowang, the Monk blocked him. "Hey, don't bother the Daoist. Can't you see he's not feeling well?"
"Oh? And who might you be, Master?"
"I'm no master. I'm the Monk. What's your name?"
"My name?" The Sit-Forget Daoist looked toward Li Huowang's back, a mocking smile creeping onto his face again. "I'm Hong Zhong."
Li Huowang turned his head and gave him a cold glance. "You're Hong Zhong? Looks to me like you've gone mad from wanting to be Hong Zhong."
Just then, with a creak, the door suddenly opened, and Bai Lingmiao walked in carrying food.
Seeing Li Huowang shuffling along while supporting himself against the wall, she was utterly shocked and quickly set down the food to come help him. "Senior Brother Li, your wounds haven't fully healed yet! Don't go running around!"
After helping him to the table and fussing over him for a bit, Bai Lingmiao picked up a bowl of oily chicken soup. She scooped up a spoonful with a ceramic ladle, blew on it gently by her lips, and brought it to Li Huowang's mouth.
"I'm just injured, not crippled."
Li Huowang reached out and took the ladle and soup from her hand, drinking it down in big gulps.
One drank while the other watched, and the room fell into a rare quiet.
"Miaomiao, this time the immortal families actually came in handy for once. They pulled me back from the gates of hell. Looks like bringing you along was the right call. How many Lifespan Pills did they take from that gourd?"
Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Senior Brother Li, actually, the immortal families..."
No sooner had she said this than a woman's hand with long black nails slapped down on Bai Lingmiao's shoulder.
The ladle in Li Huowang's hand paused. When he saw that the hand belonged to Bai Lingmiao's Great God, he continued drinking. "Something up?"
As far as Li Huowang knew, the Great God appearing in broad daylight was extremely rare. If he remembered correctly, this was the first time in history.
Under his gaze, the Great God's head, covered by the red veil, slowly lowered, enveloping the stunned Bai Lingmiao within it.
Li Huowang looked puzzled at the red veil now covering two heads right in front of him. He tried to use his sharp hearing to figure out what the two women were doing inside.
But aside from some faint rustling sounds, he detected nothing.
"What's the gimmick here? They're practically stuck together. Could they have something to hide from me?"
Just as Li Huowang was thinking this, Bai Lingmiao's hand grabbed a corner of the red veil and gently pulled it. Beneath it, there was only her own head.
"Heh, go tell the Great God the trick was pretty good." Li Huowang picked up his chopsticks and started eating the remaining dishes.
Bai Lingmiao seemed a bit unnatural, her smile strained.
"Everything okay? What did she just say to you?" Li Huowang asked as he chewed.
"It's nothing. Really."
"If it's nothing, then eat. Don't just stand there watching."
He definitely wouldn't get a straight answer by asking directly. He'd have to find time to ask Bai Lingmiao's best friend, Chun Xiaoman.
Just as Li Huowang said this, Bai Lingmiao's eyes suddenly widened as she pointed at his nose. "Senior Brother Li! That thing in your nose..."
Li Huowang touched it doubtfully and instantly felt a wriggling, mucus-covered little tentacle.
But he showed no panic. With a gentle pinch of his fingernail, the tentacle retracted instantly.
"Senior Brother Li, I've been wanting to say this for a while. There's something seriously wrong with whatever you ate into your stomach! We should get rid of it."
Anyone normal seeing that scene would know there was a major problem in Li Huowang's body—a huge problem.
Without a moment's hesitation, Li Huowang's response was firm. "No."
Seeing the grievance on Bai Lingmiao's face, Li Huowang took a deep breath and softened his tone. "I can handle it. These are all minor issues."
Of course Li Huowang knew that the Black Tai Sui inside him had developed new changes, and it was very likely developing in a bad direction.
Even so, he couldn't stop with the Black Tai Sui. To block out the hallucinations, no matter how severe the side effects, he had to endure.
Besides, compared to other things, the Black Tai Sui in his stomach was definitely a minor issue.
Li Huowang patted the soft back of Bai Lingmiao's hand gently with the hand that had no fingernail. "Be good. Eat. It's fine."
Bai Lingmiao wanted to say something but couldn't. With a troubled frown, she picked up her chopsticks again and ate without tasting a thing.
After the meal, Li Huowang lay back down on the bed. According to Bai Lingmiao, he needed rest now.
The room was very quiet—so quiet that a needle dropping to the floor could be heard. Yet Li Huowang had one unresolved matter weighing on his mind, so he couldn't calm down at all.
"Let's talk." Li Huowang suddenly spoke abruptly to the beam overhead.
"Hong Zhong, he's talking to you?" The Monk, half his body stuck in the wall nearby, asked in surprise.
Hong Zhong shook his fleshy, bloody head. "Nah, he's talking to the Black Tai Sui in his stomach. Heh, now that's fucking interesting."
Li Huowang completely ignored the conversation between these two hallucinations and silently waited for a response.
He couldn't stop consuming the Black Tai Sui, but he still needed to find a way to deal with it. At the very least, he needed to figure out how to slow down the side effects.
From how it had saved his life before, maybe communication could help.
Yet it showed up constantly when he didn't want it to, and now that he was calling for it, it stayed completely silent.
Suddenly, Li Huowang thought of something. He reached into his ear canal, dug gently, and pulled out the cotton wadding stuffed full inside.
In an instant, his ears were nearly deafened by a cacophony of various sounds.
(End of chapter)