Chapter 232: The Downfall of the Ghost Chef (2/2)

It was the first time the old drunkard had made a move to attack.

The wine gourd was picked up, and it rapidly expanded in size to become as large as a person.

There was no curbing the madness in the Ghost Chef's eyes, as all that remained in his mind was the Dragon Gate Leap. It was the only thing that could save him, to prevent him from becoming completely crippled.

Boom!

The wine gourd came crashing down on the Ghost Chef's body, with a frightening wave of true energy pouring out from within it. The Ghost Chef gave a shrill screech while clawing at the gourd with wild eyes.

”You think a piece of trash like you, who only reached the eighth grade with the help of drugs, is worthy of fighting with me?”

The old drunkard gave a scornful laugh and grinned, as the wine gourd began spinning. He placed a palm upon the gourd and an unstoppable force exploded outwards, blasting the Ghost Chef right out of the shop.

Boom!

The Ghost Chef's body rolled in the air and landed on the ground in the alleyway… right behind the butt of the old drunkard's donkey.

The Ghost Chef's whole body had basically been smashed to bits, and his skin began to flake off.

The donkey smelt a great stench coming from behind it, felt a chill, and was greatly startled. It brayed, then lifted its hind legs to give a great kick which landed squarely on the Ghost Chef's raised head.

That was a donkey capable of flight, and its kick very nearly burst the Ghost Chef's head open like a watermelon.

The Ghost Chef lay collapsed on the side, spasming uncontrollably, and with his entire body spewing blood.

The crowd came out of the little shop and stood by its entrance, frowning at the pitiful appearance of the Ghost Chef.

Xiao Meng heaved a sigh upon seeing the miserable end that the Ghost Chef had come to, yet at the same time he also felt a great weight lifted off his chest. The unforgivable evil known as the Ghost Chef had finally been punished for his many sins.

Zhan Kong looked at the breaking skin all over the Ghost Chef's body and the face behind his silver mask became rather grave.

”This damned thing must've taken some drugs, but their side effects… are rather bone-chilling.”

”Don't you two think that the side effects it suffers are very similar to the methods used by that faction?” Bian Changkong drew in a deep breath and asked while his expression darkened.

The old drunkard and Zhan Kong paused for a moment, then their expressions changed.

”You mean the medicine taken by this fellow… rather, this damned thing, has something to do with the Shura Sect, which plagued the northern territories a few thousand years ago?” the old drunkard asked darkly.

Shura Sect was a terrible faction which had lain buried for many years.

”I've only read about a type of medicine called the Soul Devouring Pill in the records of the Godly Temple of the Wildlands. They state that it was able to temporarily activate one's potential and give them a great but temporary boost in their abilities. The side effects, however, were brutal. This damned thing we see now must've used some special methods to consume the Soul Devouring Pill.”

Bian Changkong hunched his back and, watching as the Ghost Chef's broken skin began to rot, became increasingly disgusted.

Zhan Kong drew in a deep breath with a grave expression. Then, cupping his hands to the old drunkard and Bian Chankong, he spoke, ”If this person is really connected to the Shura Sect, then I must take him away. There is some history between Shura Sect and my White Cloud Villa, of which you two are likely aware.”

Bian Chankong and the old drunkard both nodded. While they might not be the most powerful ones among their respective factions, they were well informed. Since they knew Zhan Kong's words to be truth, neither made any protest.

Zhan Kong thanked the two of them, and looked at the Ghost Chef with eyes that were steadily growing colder. With a flash of light, a pitch black chain appeared in his hand.

He bound the Ghost Chef with the chain, which glowed with seal symbols, and locked it such that he could not move an inch… even though the Ghost Chef had already fallen into a daze after being kicked by the donkey.

Bu Fang drew his legs up and leaned back in his chair to get more comfortable.

He eyed the old drunkard, who was still squeezed in the doorway with the others, and said, ”So are you eating this dish or not? Don't blame me for not reminding you that if it gets cold... the effects might just get weaker.