Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 2651: Chapter 2646: Eight Wicked Women (22)

So why are you so excited? We’re square with each other.

Watching Yuan Shan’s eyes light up at that moment, Fu Qian couldn’t understand her enthusiasm.

Although they hadn’t interacted for long, during the battle with Little Love, I dealt her a brutal blow to the heart.

But later, in the name of unleashing inner potential, I was also beaten bloody by the Melia Flower Ball, logically I shouldn’t hold any grudges.

Moreover, with my frail body now, taking another hit wouldn’t be about inner potential anymore.

Being honest is a virtue, although I’m very interested in the Extraordinary Item that bears the Melia name, Fu Qian knows there’s no way to test it at the moment.

Luckily, as I watched, Yuan Shan ultimately didn’t pull out that blade-like Flower Ball from her, instead, she retrieved a black ball.

Perhaps to conceal her identity?

Fu Qian watched as Wen Li lifted her hand, revealing a small ball about the same size as the Melia Flower Ball, with a glossy surface appearing from nothing, expressing that this was the first time seeing this form, usually, it’s various bands.

Speaking of which, Chief Yuan’s ability is quite rare, and she was even Old Master Henry’s student.

I wonder if there’s anything special associated with this power.

Of course, that’s a discussion for later; the primary issue now is surviving this black sesame pill.

"Do you want to take it internally or apply it externally?"

Thankfully, Chief Yuan seems quite amiable, even giving a choice, softly asking after drawing close.

Moreover, with her motion of holding the black ball and moving it toward her mouth, it seems she encourages ingestion.

Though the thing is bigger than Fu Qian’s mouth.

"Let’s go with external application, but is this little bit enough for anyone to consume?"

Fu Qian never shied away from advice and immediately leaned toward the suggestion.

Not only that, he even reached out to point at the hole in his belly, expressing Yuan Shan’s disdain.

"Increase the dosage to the maximum and directly fill it in here."

...

Was it really external application after all...

Smooth yet ragged, the tear in the belly looks quite grim.

But to be fair, saying it resembles a big mouth isn’t far off.

For a moment, everyone stared at the slightly pale stomach, seemingly understanding the preciseness of the person’s wording.

Considering there’s no opening in the gastric wall, if you toss it there, would it be considered internal or external use?

"Are you sure? Although it won’t kill you outright, the experience isn’t pleasant, you know?"

Yuan Shan seemed surprised by Fu Qian’s liking for her craft, joyful at the recognition but didn’t forget to remind him.

"It’s fine, been there done that... Also, be careful not to press against my stomach."

Waving his hand to indicate no worries, Fu Qian continued signaling beside him, adding extra caution.

Hmm...

Yuan Shan was momentarily confused, then realized he meant not to lean against the table rather than avoid his stomach when applying externally, respecting his choice and moved away slightly.

Simultaneously, the diameter of the black ball in her palm expanded by about forty percent, and she truly aimed at the opening in the belly.

"Then let’s begin—"

But at the moment she reached forward, Yuan Shan’s movement was abruptly stopped.

"Wait a second."

Even her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

...

Ha... Finally revealing your slip, huh?

It was essentially a game of patience, ideally culminating in the underhanded sabotage forcing a planted mole by Professor Fu to reveal themselves.

If there’s already movement by the second round? It can only be said that everyone’s performance was exceptional.

In any case, whether someone halted proceedings, it’s almost assured there’s an issue, yet the voice—

Faced with potential scenarios, a group of tense individuals couldn’t help but enact simulations many times over, feeling as if awaiting a prize announcement in the moment of a sudden development.

So when they realized whose voice it was, the air seemed to pause for a moment.

That hindering hand even had a shining bracelet.

How could it be you?

All eyes fell on Wen Li’s face, unable to comprehend the plot’s progression.

The one worried about abductions is you, the one eager to control the situation is you, even the one accepting suggestions and acting them out is you... And now you stepped up?

What now?

Indeed, the one interrupting was none other than the young Hunter.

Even under scrutiny from others, she firmly nodded.

"Something’s wrong."

...

What could be wrong?

Although young, Wen Li’s prowess is evidently not underestimated.

Including the brief clashes earlier which alerted everyone to her exceptional cunning contrasting her appearance.

If these words were uttered earlier, it would be incredibly persuasive.

But being delayed slightly, it lends a different tone.

Isn’t she just making excuses?

Even if pondering over the complex behavior, fact remains, you’re the one preventing action, and this remains unchanged.

Any justification or information shared at this point inevitably carries suspicion, making one question if it’s merely a tactic to clear oneself.

Especially at a glance, it’s hard to see where "the problem" lies.

"Something’s off around here, a very peculiar contamination spreads, or specifically—poison."

Fortunately, Wen Li didn’t keep us in suspense and quickly elaborated.

Poison? Surely not the bar from earlier?

Some people were puzzled, subconsciously focusing on the few glasses.

Problem is you didn’t drink, right? Could it transmit via air?

It sounded absurd, rendering an awkward silence with no response, let alone questioning.

Cough cough...

Yet amid the silent expression of stances, Wen Li unexpectedly began coughing with her hand covering her mouth.

From mild to intense, and finally, red seeped through her slender fingers—wait, that’s not blood!

Many scenes easily invoke instinctual thinking, but with more worldly experience, some quickly discerned abnormalities.

Though the color was similar, it was the scent of alcohol...

This Hunter was painfully coughing it out, appearing to be the same as the contents of the glass earlier.

But she didn’t drink it, right? How could this transfer?

"What’s going on?"

Quicker to respond, Yuan Shan immediately glanced at Fu Qian, astonished.

Meanwhile, the ball in her hand subtly vanished, forcibly cutting off the medicinal application.

"Hard to say, but I think you should trust her judgment."

Fu Qian merely shook his head, observing the alcohol dripping down from Wen Li’s fingertips onto the table.

"And she seems to have spit on me."