Chapter 37 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

“He he he…”

Old and wrinkled Daoist Priest Wang Guan smiled brightly and looked at Li Ang and the others in the corner. “They are?”

Li Ang stood up and skillfully told him about the background he had weaved for them. At the same time, he stepped forward, cupped his fists, and presented a wooden box.

The wooden box contained exquisite luxury Marlboro cigarettes.

“This is?” Wang Guan frowned.

A wolf demon who had bought a box of cigarettes stepped forward and lit the cigarette before explaining, “This is an overseas specialty that Daoist Priest Li brought from the Ahitubai Islands. They are called cigarettes and they need to be lit and inhaled.”

The wolf demon smoked a cigarette, took a puff, and said with a cough, “This is different from harmful opium. Smoking opium would torment your state of mind and ruin your body. However, cigarettes are refreshing. They’ll help you enter a Zen meditation state and improve your cultivation. Look, it even indicates here that smoking is beneficial to one’s health.”

What this wolf demon didn’t know was that Li Ang had added a little something to the tobacco leaves. When one inhaled them, they were more refreshing than ordinary cigarettes. He had added a large number of drugs to the box of cigarettes that was given to Wang Guan. While greatly increasing the chance of addiction, these drugs would also ruin the body even more.

Even an elephant would faint if it smoked this, let alone a human.

“Thank you, Daoist Priest Li.”

Wang Guan took the wooden box containing the cigarettes and did not take out any of them. He only casually gave that wooden box to the ghost in white standing behind him with its arms hanging down.

“Since everyone is here, I will bring the wine from the cellar.”

Wang Guan cupped his fists before the group of demons to take his leave and walked toward the pagoda.

The quest team sitting in the Hall of Great Strength was instantly anxious! According to their original plan, once Wang Guan stepped into the wine cellar, they would trigger the landmine traps hidden everywhere and he would explode into pieces.

Hanging Sword for Ten Thousand Miles clenched his fists tightly and his strained knuckle was very pale. Xing Hechou looked very calm, but his fists, which were hidden in his robe, trembled slightly.

One second, two seconds. Ever since Wang Guan had entered the pagoda, time kept ticking.

Li Ang leaned back a bit and managed to squeeze a word out of his teeth.

“Explode.”

Xing Hechou’s pupils suddenly shrank and his hands under his robe pressed the remote control.

Boom!

The ground trembled, and dust and stones flew everywhere. The tall stone pagoda collapsed with a bang before a thick, solid column of smoke gradually rose.

Was he dead?

No, he was not. The system prompt still hadn’t been heard.

The players on the quest team were shocked. They saw a thick, solid arm full of black hair reach out of the crushed stone pile toward the sky.

That arm was so thick and swollen that it was about to explode. The green veins spread all over and the black hair drifted without any wind.

The thick demonic aura covered the entire sky. The gloomy, terrifying tree shadows, which seemed to be affected by the demonic aura, stopped swaying.

Everything in the world went silent again, leaving only the arm stretching from the crushed stone pile.

“Ugh…”

A slow sigh was heard and another thick arm reached out from the ground.