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

Chapter 208 Ahhh! Who has this thing in their intestines?!

Evan strode into Haicha Street, his sharp eyes quickly sweeping over the place where the supernatural aura was most intense—the home of the old lady who had just negotiated with Richard and his group.

So Ivan smiled and went over to knock on the door, and then he saw the old lady come out very impatiently.

The old woman looked to be in her fifties, with a hunched back, many of her teeth missing, and her face covered with various scars.

He was wearing an old cotton coat with patches on it, and although he looked very pitiful, he gave off a rather sharp feeling.

"Will you scammers ever stop?"

The moment the door closed, the old lady saw that this guy was the same kind of person as those two strange, burly men from before.

Then Ivan flashed a bright and cheerful smile: "Don't be afraid, ma'am, I'm not like those two people just now."

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"I'm a real expert at catching mice!"

As he spoke, Ivan held up the orange cat he was holding: "Look, ma'am, I brought my cat with me, and this cat is really amazing!"

Then Ivan put the cat down and said, "Come on, give the old lady something to do!"

The big orange cat seemed to understand what Evan meant, and under the old lady's gaze, it easily completed a backflip on the spot.

The old lady, who had just been full of impatience, had a glint in her eyes when she saw how obedient the cat was and how it could even do backflips.

"Your cat is quite nice; my grandson would like it!"

She then looked up at the young man with the innocent-looking face and said, "You seem more reliable than those two freaks, so come in."

Then Evan picked up Big Orange and followed the old lady up the old staircase piled with clutter.

As he walked uphill, Ivan observed the old woman's figure.

Although she looked very old, the old lady's steps were quite steady, even light.

"That's interesting."

A glint of light flashed in Evan's eyes, and then he followed the old lady all the way to the third floor.

In the left corner of the third floor, there were piles of all kinds of bags and jars emitting a strange smell, which looked like the junk that the old woman had collected.

Pushing open the old door directly in front of him, a rather messy little apartment appeared before Ivan.

This place is piled with all sorts of odds and ends, including old bedding, pots and pans—

As soon as he entered the room, Ivan heard a faint sound.

"Ma'am, you have quite a few rats in your house!"

After watching Ivan enter the house, the old lady grinned and closed the door. "There's just too much rats lately. Could you check this side for me first?"

"I'll go get you some water!"

As the old lady spoke, she patted her lower back and walked toward the kitchen.

Ivan put the orange cat down and turned to start cleaning up the mess on the ground.

Just as Evan bent down, the old woman silently walked out of the kitchen, holding a dagger that emitted a green fluorescent light in her hand.

Strangely, her feet made no sound when they touched the ground.

At this moment, you could see that her eyes were bloodshot, her expression was quite distorted, and her eyes were fixed on Evan's back.

Then she suddenly accelerated and stabbed at Evan's back at an extremely fast speed.

In that instant, Evan, who was tidying up his things, suddenly turned around. In the dimly lit room, his large, white teeth were so glaring and so sinister.

Snapped!

A large hand with terrifying strength easily grabbed the old woman's wrist, which was holding the knife.

"Madam, what are you doing?" Evan asked with a smile.

At this moment, the old woman's face froze, a hint of confusion flashed across her eyes, and then her expression quickly changed: "Help me—"

grandson----"

In an instant, Ivan activated his demon-hunting vision and suddenly discovered that the old woman, who had seemed normal just moments before, now possessed a multicolored, extraordinary aura.

It was obvious that the old woman was being controlled by something.

Before Ivan could react, the small room inside suddenly opened.

"ha!!"

The moment the door opened, the giant orange cat standing on the furniture instantly breathed out warm air.

Immediately afterwards, the entire cat triggered the underlying code and entered the Spinosaurus state.

When Evan turned his head in the direction of the sound, his face immediately darkened.

It was a child of about four or five years old, wearing relatively clean winter clothes and a brand new Santa hat on his head.

The child seemed to really like the Santa hat, and had it secured to his chin with ropes on both sides.

"Grandma—I'm hungry—"

The child muttered to himself, and as he spoke, menacing fangs could be seen emerging from between his lips.

At this point, only the child's head remained in the form of a normal human. His body was parasitized and controlled by some special force, and had now transformed into the body of a rat, about one meter long.

The claws on its four paws were like sharp blades, and its tail was a skeletal tail that resembled a human spine.

Looking around, one gets an indescribable sense of gloom and eeriness.

The voice of the Witcher, which had not been heard in my mind for a long time, rang out again from beside the crackling fire.

"Potion Fusion Beast, a man-made monster born during the Renaissance."

"The essence of its emergence is to mass-produce low-level superhumans in order to filter out natural professionals."

"It is based on a human, using certain special magical potions as a medium, and then connecting it to the limbs or body of a monster."

"An attempt to manipulate bestiality through humanity, creating a taboo and ethically distorted existence."

"Later, a large number of villains used this evil method on innocent people, taking advantage of the plight of the lower classes and attacking the conscience of the witchers."

As the old hunter's voice rang out.

The child seemed to sense something, and looked at Evan with his cloudy eyes, uttering a questioning sound.

"Big brother~?"

Upon hearing the word "big brother," all the unpleasant memories from the depths of his mind rushed back, instantly plunging Ivan into a state of fury.

"You fucking deserve to die!!"

"I'll kill you! I'll definitely kill you!!"

The children here seemed to have heard some kind of instruction, shook their heads wearing Santa hats, and then immediately became hysterical.

"Let go of my grandma!!"

It let out a scream and its enormous body lunged straight at them.

Faced with a stitched-up body that he could shatter with a single punch, Ivan found himself hesitant to strike.

With a casual wave of his hand, a fog of brain plague appeared, enveloping the head of the human-headed rat monster.

Then, as if its head had lost control of its body, the human-headed rat monster fell to the ground with a thud and remained motionless.

"Grandson! Grandson!!"

At this moment, the old woman's remaining rationality completely collapsed after seeing her grandson suddenly get into trouble.

She immediately became hysterical, and her aged body, disregarding its illness and pain, began to struggle rapidly.

Then, a large amount of red hair sprouted from her body, her limbs began to grow rapidly, and new slender segments extended from her ribs and lower body.

In the blink of an eye, the old lady who was just normal turned into a two-meter-tall humanoid spider with eight limbs.

"A magic potion!?"

Ivan's keen demon-hunting eyesight allowed him to clearly see the process.

The key to triggering the old woman's bestiality and mutation was a secret magic potion hidden in her stomach.

This is what happens to ordinary people who take the magic potion.

There is no room for maneuver; they will be immediately devoured by their bestial nature.

"A delayed-action potion? And it allows you to conceal your presence before it takes effect?"

Seeing this, Ivan was shocked. It was the first time he had ever seen potions used in this way!

Just as Ivan was in shock, he saw the old woman's long, cone-like leg pierce straight towards his chest.

when!

Ivan grabbed the hard, long leg with his hand, and with a forceful pull, snapped it in two.

The old woman, now completely transformed into a monster, let out a scream and then suddenly opened her mouth.

Just as the old woman was about to vomit, a dark shadow rushed past like a sharp sword.

At that moment, the orange cat leaped onto the old woman's completely distorted face, firmly gripping her cheeks with its two hind paws, and then unleashing a flurry of cat punches with its two front paws that created afterimages.

In an instant, blood gushed out and pieces of flesh flew everywhere!

"Ah!"

The monster old lady kept shaking and tearing, but she couldn't shake off the orange cat at all.

"Jazz Cat!"

Ivan gave a word of approval, then looked away and began to scan the area quickly.

His anger made him want to find the culprit right now.

With their eyes wide open, the demon hunters quickly noticed the anomaly.

The garbage here appears to have been intentionally piled up.

And within this trash lies a rather complex and extraordinary aura.

If you carefully analyze these extraordinary auras at this moment, you can see that their core converges at one point.

Then Ivan transformed his body into bronze, becoming an unstoppable bulldozer, its immense power quickly overturning the debris.

A few seconds later, he discovered the source of the thing.

It was something hidden among a pile of burlap sacks, shaped like a potato.

However, the potato had already sprouted, and a large number of fleshy tentacles had seeped into the floor.

Just as Evan bent down to pick up the potato and eat it, a cold glint suddenly flashed on both sides.

Evan snorted and grabbed the two things with both hands, one on each side.

It was a rat the size of two human heads, its body covered in twisted flesh and blood.

Just as Ivan caught the mouse on both sides—

Whoosh!

With an incredibly precise coordination, Evan suddenly felt a chill in his anus.

It felt like a cool breeze had blown into my pants through my backside.

"What the hell is that?!"

After a few seconds of silence, Ivan saw the notification on the panel.

[Your rectum has absorbed an expert-level active potion clone. Effect lasts: permanent.]

[Effect: Extraordinary Trait: Starburst Bite +1% (Click to view details)]

Does this reverse the side effects?

Ivan scratched his head, somewhat bewildered. "What the hell? What happened?"

"I don't take potions either!"

"Twist!"

[Reversal progress: 100 hours.]

Just then, a scream suddenly rang in Evan's ears.

"Aaaaaah! What the hell is that?!"

Ivan's eyes narrowed instantly, and he said through gritted teeth, "Found you!"

The burrowing worm was quite pleased with itself after watching the seemingly naive witcher successfully walk into its trap.

"The Bolton City witchers really have a low skill level!"

The burrowing worm is not a person, but a living magical potion developed by the Institute of Excellence.

The entire potion is centered around the extraordinary properties extracted from the molted skin of the giant worm, and then combines a large number of other potions to form a structure similar to a slime.

With the imminent birth of the Bone Saint, the burrowing worms were also dispatched to assist the ghouls in diverting the attention of the Bolton City judges' faction.

Recently, it has been using its abilities to spread the magic potion incident everywhere, keeping the special operations team busy.

"The opportunity is right here!"

When he saw Ivan reach for the trap he had set, and then his hands were drawn to the rats on either side of him—

The burrowing worm's pre-prepared clones immediately activated their extraordinary abilities and burrowed into the creature's rectum.

This is its most enjoyable moment ever.

Because its body contains various magical potion residues, along with all sorts of memories and sensations that have been devoured and digested by witchers.

This gives the burrowing worm an innate hatred for witchers and an aversion to their digestive system.

It was born in Salt Lake City, where the Witcher has been completely wiped out by it.

As its clone successfully burrowed inside, the burrowing worm immediately connected with and controlled its own mind.

Due to its unique and extraordinary properties, it has a very good understanding of the human gut.

Upon entering, the burrowing beetle was surprised to find that the creature's rectum was unusually clean, with only a small amount of mucus and no other impurities.

The burrowing worm then controlled its clones to move upwards, but soon discovered something unusual.

"What's with this slime—why does it smell so strongly of potion!?"

"Never mind, I'll just burrow deep into my body and hide!"

However, the further the burrowing insects burrowed, the more they discovered how incredibly harsh the environment was.

Throughout the space, the aura of the potion grew stronger and stronger, and there were also a large amount of supernatural residue.

Even the intestinal walls on both sides give the impression that they are made of a combination of various magical potions!

This powerful absorption force is now gradually tearing open the extraordinary outer shell of the burrowing worm's clone, attempting to digest it directly here!

The burrowing insect was terrified when it saw this.

"How is this possible! I've crawled through the intestines of countless witchers, why are this guy's intestines completely different from the others!"

"Why is there such a strong smell of potions here? And all sorts of intermediate-level potions!?"

"Does this guy not eat potions with his mouth, but by stuffing them in here!?"

While the burrowing worm was in shock, it immediately activated the power of its splitting body, quickly broke free from the absorbed slime, and began a frantic sprint.

"Just rush out from here! His guts can't be full of potions!"

But after moving forward for a short while, it found itself blocked.

A page rolled into a peculiar shape appeared inside the intestines.

Seeing this, the burrowing insect was stunned, its mind filled with confusion.

"How come this guy eats everything?"

"Never mind, it's just a page!"

But the moment the burrowing worm approached the page, an indescribable feeling of dread and despair filled its body.

The feeling seemed to come from the depths of its soul, telling it never to touch this thing.

"Aaaaaah!"

"Damn it!! Damn it!"

"Whose witcher has magical artifacts hidden in their guts?!"

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