1945 Medicinal Brew 3 (1/2)

Jun Wu Xie glanced at Yue Ye and Yue Ye immediately carried a whole pile of elixirs bottles as she smilingly walked over to stand right before Qiao Chu and the companions.

”Time for my Uncle Masters to take their medicine.” Yue Ye said as she looked smilingly at Qiao Chu and the others, seemingly oblivious to their looks of utter despair while she brought the tray in and placed it onto the table. She used five little boxes to separate five portions of medicine, pouring out elixirs from every single bottle into them before she went on to place them on the edge of the mattresses Qiao Chu and the others were lying on.

Hua Yao swept a glance over the elixirs in the box, that one fleeting look seeing that it was filled to the brim, with several layers of pills in there…..

This was as good as asking them to swallow elixirs as people would for rice!

However, after having suffered the torment from the medicinal brew, the hearts of the gang had already as good as died inside them. Knowing that it was useless for them to resist, they could only resign themselves to their fate as they poured the elixirs into their mouths like they would beans. The most terrifying thing about it was that the elixirs melted immediately once inside their mouths, the vilely bitter taste in no way inferior to the medicinal brew earlier. That mouthful of elixirs caused the youths to sink so deeply into sorrowful rage they just wanted to die, but could do nothing but to swallow it all, their faces turned red from holding it in.

Their bellies had already been filled up completely with medicinal brew earlier and now they had to stuff in another box full of elixirs.

They all very nearly vomited everything out.

Having never despised themselves before, the bunch of youths absolutely abhorred the kind of taste their mouths were making them feel at that moment.

”Little bright moon….. Can you get your Master Uncles here a bit of water?” Qiao Chu asked with a trembling hand stretched out, the corners of his eyes glinting with suspicious wetness.

(Translator's note: Little Yue, 月 means moon in Chinese)

Yue Ye looked at Qiao Chu's mournful expression and asked: ”Will the Master Uncles still be able to swallow it?”

”Just to rinse our mouths…..” [Don't make me speak anymore. I am already beginning to despise this mouth of mine already!]