Chapter 350: The Snake God

Chapter 350: The Snake God

Chapter 350: The Snake God
"From what you two said, are you going to bring an old man like me to justice?" Ji Boying didn't show any panic on his face. He took a sip of tea slowly, and the sound it made in his mouth was similar to that of eating noodles.

Xia Yubing frowned slightly and glanced at the tea set in front of him. She saw that the tea leaves in the bowl were tender and green, as slender and delicate as a girl's newly drawn eyebrows.

"The old guy really likes drinking young tea." Xia Yubing complained in her heart. She didn't have a very good first impression of the old man.

Ji Boying just drank tea using a tea tasting technique called the 'sipping method', which involves inhaling air to atomize the tea under the tongue, quickly cooling it down while increasing the contact area between the tea and the taste buds, allowing one to better taste the aroma, flavor and texture of the tea. This is a common technique used by professionals to evaluate and grade tea, and some experienced tea lovers who pursue a high level of tea tasting experience also drink it this way.

But the sipping method also has its disadvantages. The first and foremost is that the gurgling sound made by the tea in the mouth is quite unsightly, like the sound of an old Beijinger drinking fried liver, so it is also known as "pig digging for food".

When Xia Yubing was learning etiquette at home, her aunt warned her that the sipping method is best used only when tasting tea alone, and try not to drink tea this way when entertaining friends. Otherwise, you will feel comfortable drinking it, but others at the table will feel uncomfortable. People who don't understand tea may think you are deliberately trying to disgust them, and you may be sent to sit at the same table with children who smack their lips while eating.

Compared with the ladies who had been well-read and well-mannered since childhood, Ji Boying obviously did not have such concerns. He drank tea purely for his own enjoyment, without paying any attention to the strange looks from people around him. He was almost about to say, "My brother had done my life's work when he was riding the God of Wealth. Who would have the time to waste that energy?"

"This person has a very self-centered personality. He doesn't have the humble attitude of Liu Hongwen and Shen Changjiang, who have to bow their heads under someone else's roof." Xia Yubing's eyes flickered, and she was a little curious: "He can be so arrogant even though he lives under someone else's roof. He can't do that without a certain amount of capital."

What did Ji Bochang leave for his younger brother?
"I'm not calling for punishment." Pétain shook his head and said, "If there were casualties in the process of hunting Lan Shiwen, I wouldn't say anything no matter how many people died. Dying in battle is the honor of a noble. We all have the awareness of sacrificing our lives for our family.

But the current situation is not like that. Before the hunt even started, we have already started losing people, and the deaths are unclear. Soldiers can die from open guns, but not from hidden arrows, so we need an explanation. "

There was another half sentence that Pétain didn't say - after entering the opera house, his memory was inexplicably erased by some unknown force. This was what made him most uneasy, but he couldn't say this to these outsiders from Kyushu.

"I agree with you." Ji Boying put down his teacup and exhaled, saying, "But there is a misunderstanding I need to correct, sir - this hunt has already begun. As early as the moment you agreed to join hands with me to deal with Lan Shiwen, the current situation was destined to happen."

Everyone present was not stupid and immediately understood what he meant.

"You mean Lan Shiwen predicted our actions?" Pétain frowned and said in disbelief, "You mean, he is in the inland of Kyushu, but he can predict what we are doing in the Apennine Peninsula?
How could he have such power to cross the vast distance across the Eurasian continent and forcibly eliminate the threat that is still in the brewing stage?"

Ji Boying slowly poured himself another cup of tea: "...Why not?"

"Hunters who covet tiger bones should be prepared to have their spines bitten off by the tiger at any time. Fishermen who hunt sharks should be prepared to die in the belly of the fish. There is no free lunch in the world. The moment you knew that Lan Shiwen had the ability to predict the future but had already made up your mind to kill him, what happened today was already destined."

Pétain let out a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa. Meilin was still sitting there with her head down, not saying a word. Shen Changjiang's face didn't look very good either.

Liu Hongwen's shoulders trembled slightly involuntarily. If you ask everyone present who is most afraid of Lan Shiwen, it must be him. The Yunzhou Liu family has a total of 3,527 people within the fifth degree of mourning, of which 3,526 were slaughtered, from the elderly to the hungry children, his father in the prime of life, his niece in her prime...

Liu Hongwen witnessed his relatives dying one by one at the hands of Lan Shiwen. This man was heartless and full of evil. His once prosperous family was wiped out overnight. An indelible shadow had long been left in his heart. And all this was just because, when he was in Yundu, his father asked to let the "God of Plague" stay in his grandfather's ward for a while longer.

Liu Hongwen didn't understand. Isn't it human nature to hope that his relatives can live? Moreover, his Liu family was not unreasonable. His father never expressed his desire to monopolize the Plague God for a long time. He just hoped that the Plague God could stay in Grandpa's ward for a while longer. As long as the medical team they invited landed in Yundu, Lan Shiwen could do whatever he wanted with the Plague God, and they would never stop him.

However, even such a humble request resulted in a bloody massacre by the madman Lan Shiwen.

Damn, why is Lan Shiwen so bad?

"Mr. Astaire." Shen Changjiang considered again and again, and said tentatively: "If what Mr. Ji said is true, and what happened in Vivian Port was indeed done by Lan Shiwen, then..."

Before he could finish his words, a loud bang was heard from the door, startling everyone in the room.

Liu Hongben already had resentment in his heart, and now he was like a cat with its fur standing on end. His face flushed red, and he yelled, "Damn it, didn't I tell you not to come in and disturb us no matter what happens?! You bunch of rubbish don't understand human language, or do you need me to use a gun to teach you what it means to obey orders?! I..."

As he spoke, Liu Hongwen's tone became visibly lower, his flushed face gradually turned pale, and the angry expression on his face was replaced by a smirk mixed with fear and flattery.

Lan Shiwen held a broken knife in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand. He kicked the door open and rushed in.

"Mr. Lan, I..."

boom--!
Just as Shen Changjiang opened his mouth to say something, a bullet was fed into his mouth.

At the same time, a pale dead head quietly emerged from the shadow in the corner of the room. With a long and winding spine behind its neck, it crawled over Shen Changjiang's fat body like a snake and started biting. Its mouth was filled with slightly yellowish white fat, and the smell of blood in the air became even stronger.

boom--!
Another bullet hit Liu Hongwen's forehead, and the last bloodline of the Liu family fell to the ground without even a scream. Long snakes of pale and bloody human bones emerged from the shadows and crawled all over the floor of the room. All that was seen was pale.

Lan Shiwen held the broken knife horizontally in front of him and bowed slightly politely to the remaining people in the room. The butterfly on his shoulder spread its wings, blooming with a beautiful ice-blue color under the light.

"I'm Lan Shiwen, it's an honor to meet you all."

(End of this chapter)