I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 135 No! You can't drink my blood!

With this in mind, Evan remained completely calm.

Then I saw him grin, revealing his signature bright and sunny smile.

"Can I say a few words to my great-grandmother?"

The strange man tilted his head and looked at him with some confusion.

The offerings that came before were not like this.

Evan shouted loudly in an excited and enthusiastic voice.

"I am a loyal subject! A filial son! If you eat me, no one will be there to honor her!"

"Let me go! I want to purge the court of corrupt officials!!"

The moment those words were spoken, the strange man's expression changed drastically, as if he had suffered a great humiliation and threat.

His already incredibly ugly face became even more twisted and crazed.

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

"I am my master's favorite child! I am the most loyal child!!"

With a roar, he swung his right hand at the meat cleaver and brought it down in an instant.

jingle!

The bell rang for the third time.

Then Ivan discovered that the tattered meat cleaver sliced ​​through his bronzed shoulder as easily as cutting tofu.

The rusty blade sank a full two inches (about 5 centimeters) into the shoulder.

The constant pain told Evan that this was not an illusion.

"The rules of this world are not on my side!" Evan understood instantly.

"Every time the conventional rules are overturned, that bell rings; the core lies in that bell!"

Evan realized at this point that the physical rules he was familiar with did not apply here.

The hardness of copper plating is irrelevant here; a different set of rules applies.

At that moment, the strange man's finger pierced directly into Ivan's wound.

The withered, claw-like hand tore open the edge of the wound and pulled out a piece of thick, black blood.

"You're a pig! You're a cow! You're just the master's food!!"

His voice was incredibly sharp and piercing.

"Now I'll taste you on behalf of my master and see if you're even worthy of being his food!"

Evan's eyes widened, and he shouted in disbelief.

"No! No!!!"

He struggled desperately, his face even showing a helpless and ashamed expression.

"Don't eat that!! You can't eat that!!"

"That won't do!"

Seeing Evan's terrified and bewildered expression as he desperately tried to stop him, the strange man's smile became even more unrestrained.

He let out a strange laugh, as if he had finally regained his dignity.

"Hahaha! You have no right to order me around!"

Then he grabbed the jelly-like black blood, opened his mouth full of rotten teeth, and shoved it in.

Gudong!

After swallowing the blood, the strange man smacked his lips, a look of disgust on his face.

"The blood of the Witcher still stinks as much as ever."

He then picked up the rusty butcher's knife, and a ferocious smile returned to his face.

"I need to uninstall one of your pipes first — uh —"

The butcher's knife slipped from his hand and crashed onto the muddy ground.

"What happened?"

The strange man suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands, his body began to tremble uncontrollably, and he staggered backward.

"I—I can't breathe! What is that?!"

Numerous purple spots began to appear on his dark, wrinkled skin.

Those spots looked like beads of sweat.

It starts as small as a pinhead, then rapidly expands, ulcerating outwards from each spot.

The skin's surface layer peeled off layer by layer, as if corroded by acid, revealing the underlying tissue that had begun to liquefy.

At the same time, a thick, long black scar appeared in the center of his throat.

The scar started at the location of the Adam's apple, extended upwards to the jaw, and downwards to the chest.

The strange man tightly covered his neck with his slender hands, opened his mouth as if to speak, but only a muffled gurgling sound came out of his throat.

A few seconds later, the black scar began to fester rapidly.

It looked as if it had been melted by an extremely high concentration of sulfuric acid.

The rate at which it festers is quite alarming.

When it spreads upwards to the lower jaw, the entire skin and muscles of the lower jaw are completely eroded away.

"I—you—waaaaaah—"

He was no longer able to speak.

His body was weak and powerless as he knelt on the ground, his hands still instinctively covering the neck that was no longer there.

Like an old, sick dog, making its last struggle in the mud.

As the strange man lost his ability to move, the whip wrapped around Ivan also changed.

The steel cable-like binding force vanished instantly, reverting to an ordinary, worn-out whip.

Ivan broke free of his restraints, stood up, looked at the festering, grotesque figure on the ground, and sighed.

"Why are you doing this? I already told you, you can't drink that stuff."

He kept talking, but his hands never stopped.

He grabbed the rusty butcher's knife that had fallen to the ground, then charged forward again, instantly appearing in front of the monster.

This time, it didn't bounce back to its original position.

The bell did not make a sound.

The rule that allowed time to reverse naturally became invalid.

Ivan first grabbed the bell on the monster's chest with his left hand to make sure it wouldn't take effect.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the butcher's knife high in his right hand and chopped it down at the head that was about to completely rot.

Click!

One slash!

The head and body are separated.

With a swift stroke of the blade, the monster was quickly eliminated.

Then they saw the monster's corpse rapidly dissolve under the corrosive effects of the poisonous blood, turning into a thick, dark purple liquid that seeped into the soil beneath their feet.

The moment those liquids seeped into the soil.

Ivan felt the ground beneath his feet tremble.

It looked like something huge had turned over underground.

Immediately afterwards, the entire ground began to undulate.

The surface of the soil seemed to come alive, undulating constantly.

Before Ivan could react, a whisper suddenly sounded in his ear.

The voice of a woman whose age is indistinguishable.

But not any language he had ever heard.

Even Evan wasn't sure if it was a language.

They flooded into his consciousness from all directions at the same time.

Incomprehensible. Indescribable.

The voice seemed to be telling him something, or perhaps cursing him.

Incredibly sharp and dense.

pat!

[Insight +1.]

The next instant, the world spun around.

The entire barn, the fields, the gray-purple sky—everything vanished.

Then came the fall and the darkness.

"You chicken~!"

The familiar screams of the trampoline echoed in my ears.

Ivan sprang up from the bed, his feet landing on the ground, and his Demon Hunter form instantly activated.

Silver hair and golden eyes lit up in the dimly lit room, and his gaze swept rapidly across every corner.

No enemies! No anomalies!

Bright sunlight streamed through the gaps in the old curtains, casting golden streaks across the dust on the floor.

Its daybreak.

He came back too.

Evan breathed a sigh of relief, reverted to his demon hunter form, and sat back on the edge of the bed.

He looked down at his shoulder; his shirt was intact, and his skin was smooth as ever.

But he could clearly feel that the spot had been injured before.

Its super self-healing ability has repaired all physical damage.

But the memory of being cut open still lingers in the tissue.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and muttered to himself, still shaken.

"Is this how those in power operate?"

"Without any contact, without even any preparation, she simply pulled me into her territory."

"The rules of that area revolve entirely around her. My copper transformation is meaningless there, and my physical attacks will be negated by time reversal."

"And her servants can use that bell to control the power of her laws."

He opened his left hand. There was nothing in his palm.

Neither the bell nor the butcher's knife were brought back.

"When a soul enters a dream world, it can't bring anything back." Hill's words echoed in his mind.

"Is that... a dream world?" Evan wasn't sure.

He then skipped over that question and continued his analysis.

"Those servants are not invincible."

"The fact that Poison Blood could easily subdue him shows that his physical strength is not high. He relies on the power of the rules granted by that territory."

"I finally regained consciousness, not because I defeated the servant, but because the servant's melted bodily fluids seeped into the soil."

"The whole world was trembling."

"My ancestor—was she that big? Was the entire land her body?"

"Judging from the fact that she banished me from the dream, and from those eerie and sharp whispers when she left, she seemed to have a strong aversion to those poisonous solutions."

Thinking of this, Ivan laughed heartily.

"It seems the plan succeeded."

96% blood toxicity. A complex of more than a dozen concentrated viruses plus copper-based pathogens.

The servant drank a mouthful of his blood, which corroded him from the inside out, turning him into a thick soup.

The thick soup seeped into the soil, essentially delivering the toxins directly to our ancestors.

Old Master Yi's secret recipe soup was even tasted by the ancestor himself.

"Having eaten a mouthful of shit, he should be relatively well-behaved for a while."

After organizing his experiences from the dream, Ivan looked at his attribute panel.

Another side effect has been reversed.

You reversed the side effects of the contaminated mixed potion.

Your silver resistance is permanently increased by 1%.

Your constitution will permanently increase by 0.04.

Your sense of smell is permanently enhanced. Your physical constitution is permanently increased by 0.01.

Your physical flexibility has increased. Your constitution has been permanently increased by 0.01.

Your willpower has increased. Your spirit has permanently increased by 0.02.

Your endurance has been permanently increased by 1%.

Ivan stared at the long string of data, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

"The contaminated mixed potion has really serious side effects."

"Reversing a mixed side effect directly increases six attributes."

"Moreover, the reversal time is only 24 hours, which is not long."

His brain started working at high speed.

"So, could we mix together some of the wasted or excess potions in the future?"

"That would not only take up less space, but also be more effective and convenient?"

Thinking of this, Ivan's eyes suddenly lit up.

He quickly wrote down this discovery.

"Mixed potions. A new way to take potions, priority: high."

After cleaning himself up, he put the remaining five bottles of potions into their respective pockets to prevent them from colliding and contaminating each other.

The crucible I used last night wasn't washed; I just poured dirty water on it and put it back in the corner.

I put on my backpack and went out, and it was still a sixty-cent breakfast.

"After a day, the cooldown should be almost over. I can go to Professor Byron today to ask for the potion."

"As soon as possible, increase the percentage of the Black Sun Wings' attributes. 60% is crucial; one wing equals one life."

The morning classes passed quickly.

During lunch, Ryan found Evan.

He sat down opposite Evan with his tray in his hand, and then spoke in a low, stiff voice.

"Did the police station ask you to investigate the mine virus incident?"

Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

Instead of answering directly, he asked, "I've heard about this. Is there some hidden story?"

Ryan instinctively looked around to make sure no one was there before continuing.

"This water is very deep; try not to get involved if you can avoid it."

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"The church takes this matter very seriously, and they don't intend to let others get involved."

Finally, he leaned forward, almost whispering the most crucial information in Evan's ear.

"The red gloves have been deployed."

Ivan felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Red gloves!

He immediately recalled Erlong's earlier warning.

The three levels of the Healing Church.

The white-robed evangelicals are normal people who can communicate normally.

The tribunal in black robes, the fanatics—no jokes allowed.

The execution squad with the holy sword, clad in red robes and gloves!

His only job is to kill!

Evan looked at Ryan, his voice filled with genuine gratitude.

"Thank you, Ryan. This intelligence is crucial to me."

A forced smile appeared on Ryan's stiff face.

"I have very few friends, and after crossing this threshold, I have even fewer."

"You're practically my only friend here now."

After saying this, he quickly stuffed the food into his mouth and then suddenly said something.

"Oh, by the way! Professor Byron wants you to come over after you finish eating."

As he spoke, his eyes, which were somewhat vacant due to the side effects of the copper pill, looked at Evan.

Are you alright?

Ivan grinned, his bright and sunny smile reassuring everyone.

"It's alright! I was just about to go find him myself."

"Since we signed the drug trial contract, we have to see it through to the end!"

"I feel so guilty for not helping with drug testing for even a day!"

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