Chapter 1464: Midnight Snack [Seeking Monthly Tickets]

"Has half of it been used by someone?"

Zhai Le's loud voice nearly alerted the guards outside the tent.

"What do you mean half a dose was used? This thing is usable? No, no, no—" Zhai Le realized what was happening and tried his best to lower his voice, "Didn't Shen Youli say that if this thing spreads, it will turn infected people into living dead? How come I haven't heard any news about that?"

"This matter is a bit complicated."

"I have plenty of time to listen to Guilong explain the whole story."

Yu Hai picked out what he could say and casually shifted the blame, saying, "What Shen Youli said is probably true, but it's also true that I saw half of the poison used back then. As for why it didn't spread, you'll have to ask those people in the inner circle."

Anyway, all the internal organizations have been dead for many years?

We can make them take the blame, no problem.

Can Zhai Xiaofang really chase them all the way to the underworld to verify this?

As Yu Hai had predicted, things turned out exactly as he had expected.

The young king didn't doubt his explanation, but his face showed worry, and his once charming eyes lost some of their former allure. Yu Hai knew what troubled him—a general's duty was to fight, draw his sword, and engage in hand-to-hand combat; whoever survived was the victor. The rules were simple and clear, and even if there was intrigue, it was within the familiar battlefield. But once a plague was involved, things became much more complicated. Even if the Kingdom of Qu was determined to defend itself, it couldn't withstand the enemy's widespread poisoning. It felt like being covered in excrement—utterly disgusting.

If the epidemic prevention measures are not handled properly, countless innocent people will die.

Whoever's subjects they are, they will cherish them.

How could these orphans in the central branch of the company understand?

Shen Tang generously shared his homework, and logically, Qu Guo could simply copy it without thinking. However, the two countries had different national circumstances, and Zhai Le also needed to deal with some public opinion pressure. Fighting a war while maneuvering was too much for even the strongest person. In just a few days, he visibly became much weaker, and Yu Hai felt a little regretful upon seeing this.

Why did he secretly use only half a tube back then?

Using the whole tube will save you a lot of trouble.

Yes, he stole that half.

And half of it was used on "Tanqu".

When Yu Hai brought "Tan Qu" back, he found that the corpse had been almost completely drained of blood and was beyond dead. However, perhaps due to the unusual location of the death, the boy's body had not decomposed. This gave Yu Hai a bold idea: perhaps there was still hope?

The mysteries of the world's words are profound; they may even bring someone back from the dead!

While the physical body remains, perhaps it is possible to summon the soul back to life?

This idea took hold and couldn't be stopped.

Behind Zhai Le's back, Yu Hai began investigating this matter, and finally found a record, or rather a legend passed down orally in a remote place, among the vast sea of ​​information. Following the clues, he unexpectedly discovered that the inner society possessed several treasures.

It is a miraculous elixir that can reverse life and death!

The living can die, and the dead can come back to life.

Yu Hai found a "nectar of the gods," and was overjoyed when he learned that it contained a powerful life force. This substance could surely restore life to a lifeless corpse! He then injected half of it into the meridians of "Tan Qu" and waited for several years.

Until now, "Tanqu" has been fully awakened.

"I should have known... what kind of treasure could be so precious that the inner society would hoard it..." If it were truly a "nectar of immortality" that could bring the dead back to life, why would there still be one left for Yu Hai to retrieve? The inner society of the Gods Society would have already divided it up.

When Yu Hai returned to the villa, the moon was already high in the sky.

The young man, Tan Qu, had become quite plump compared to before, with slightly fuller cheeks. As his health improved, he could now walk around the courtyard for about fifteen minutes without a wheelchair. He sat on the artificial hill by the pond, scattering crumbs of steamed buns into the lotus pond, while his attendants waited by his side.

"Guilong, you're back?"

The young man, Tan Qu, looked up at him with a smile.

He then turned to the servant and said, "You see, it's just right, not too much, not too little."

Yu Hai pushed aside his jumbled thoughts and stepped forward to take the dish of crumbs from the boy's hand: "What do you mean, 'not too much, not too little'?"

Young Tan Qu: "I bet you'll come when you arrive."

Yu Hai looked apologetic, thinking it was because he hadn't been around for a while and people were nagging him: "There have been frequent battles lately, and we can't leave you alone."

The young man, Tan Qu, laughed and said, "No."

The servant explained, "The head of the household was still a long way from the courtyard when Young Master Tan said you were coming back. I didn't believe him, so he said he wanted to make a bet. I didn't expect the head of the household to actually be on his way."

Yu Hai asked in surprise, "You guessed?"

The boy, Tan Qu, said, "I can smell it."

I can smell Yu Hai's scent approaching.

Unbeknownst to the servants, the young boy "Tan Qu" already knew Yu Hai was on his way. Just then, the kitchen delivered Tan Qu's late-night snack. Yu Hai glanced at the five or six plates of half-cooked blood clots on the table, then at the boy eating as if nothing was wrong, and the information Shen Youli had sent flashed through his mind. He knew Tan Qu would be affected by the poison and had made preparations in advance, but…

The young man, Tan Qu, simply spoke in a calm tone.

"Does Guilong also think this isn't like a normal person's diet?"

Yu Hai sighed, "How could this be?"

As he spoke, he prepared to hand over his chopsticks to pick up a piece.

Then he found his chopsticks being held by another pair of hands.

The boy said, "There's no need to force yourself; we are different."

The eight words struck Yu Hai like a thunderclap. He almost lost his composure and stood up, wanting to ask something but the question stuck in his throat.

The young "Tan Qu" ate with the air of a scion of a noble family, carefully feeding the blood clots on his plate, finishing them off in no time. Looking at the empty plate, "Tan Qu" asked Yu Hai, "I only have an appetite for raw food, and this is all I can eat. The more I eat, the hungrier I feel. Right now it's just chicken, duck, and goose blood; will people become a feast for the eyes in the future?"

His memory loss doesn't mean he lacks common sense.

This is clearly not the state a normal person should be in.

Even though Yu Hai said he had contracted a strange illness, he still felt that he wasn't sick, but had become a monster, a monster with an appetite for raw blood. The servants had left at some point, and the young man "Tan Qu" leaned against the window lattice: "Gui Long is like this now."

"What do you mean?"

"A feast for the eyes."

When he smelled Yu Hai's scent, he felt an uncontrollable physiological itch in his back molars, and an inexplicable hunger swirled in his mind. Reason told him that this was abnormal. But he could still control himself for now, so he had the leisure to joke with Yu Hai.

The young "Tan Qu" had imagined all sorts of reactions from Yu Hai.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Yu Hai drew a jewel-encrusted dagger from its sheath at his waist, brandishing the sharp blade against the exposed section of his snow-white arm, seemingly considering where to strike.

The young man, Tan Qu, suddenly changed his expression: "Return to the Dragon!"

"Isn't it said that beauty is food for the eyes? If you're not full from your midnight snack, just have an extra meal. Mr. Yu is a wealthy and powerful man, so he wouldn't neglect his distinguished guest."

Young Tan Qu: "..."

Seeing the boy's anger, Yu Hai sheathed his sword.

He softened his voice and said, "Le Zheng, your strange illness is not yet cured. Once you recover, you will be just like before."

The young Tan Qu neither confirmed nor denied this.

She disliked Yu Hai's concealment, but knew she couldn't force him.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the surging thoughts in his heart—during his recovery, more and more flaws had caused him to lose his composure, becoming irritable and easily angered, completely different from the person he remembered. This contrast between memory and reality made him doubt himself, question whether he was even human.

What exactly is he now?

"What if we can't raise it properly?"

Their gazes met across the table. The young man saw the cold glint in Yu Hai's eyes, and the latter spoke up: "If they really can't be raised properly, it's fate. So what if they can't be raised properly? There are so many death row inmates in the world, what's wrong with them being food on our plates? My family is wealthy and powerful, I can afford to raise them!"

Yu Hai is even capable of stabbing himself.

Let alone other people?

The young man, "Tan Qu," clearly hadn't expected this answer. A look of confusion and existential doubt crossed his pale face. He had previously suspected that Yu Hai had lied to him, that the two might not have had a deep relationship, and that the identity Yu Hai had given him was false.

but--

Yu Hai's behavior at this moment doesn't seem like that of someone with whom he doesn't have a deep relationship.

The boy pursed his lips and said, "But I don't want to."

“Yu Guilong, no.” He was a human being, just like everyone else. How could he eat his own kind? He would rather kill himself than fall into such a wretched state! The young man “Tan Qu” said solemnly, “Even a death row inmate’s life cannot be ignored.”

The young Tan Qu was somewhat frightened by Yu Hai's remarks.

"Anyone who is human will not be allowed."

Yu Hai chuckled: "Just kidding."

Young Tan Qu: "..."

Yu Hai smiled and said, "Guess which of my statements is true?"

The young man, Tan Qu, suddenly looked dejected.

He said angrily, "Why are you so petty?"

Yu Hai smiled broadly, resting his chin on his hand.

Boy: "Can't you just tell me the truth for once?"

Yu Hai laughed until he was done, then suddenly became serious and said, "The truth is—we are truly best friends. Believe me, who in this world wouldn't want to harm you? I'm definitely one of them. I want you to live more than anyone else, anyone!"

This "anyone" also includes that piece of trash.

Anyone could be easily swayed by Yu Hai's words, and the young "Tan Qu," though not entirely convinced, was still somewhat moved.

But he still retained his rationality: "How did we meet?"

Yu Hai said, "You saved me."

The young man, "Tan Qu," waited for a while, but found that there was no follow-up.

He looked bewildered: "Is that all?"

"How can the debt of gratitude for saving my life and giving me a second chance not be heavy?"

“But this is nothing out of the ordinary… I mean, anyone who saw you in trouble would help if they had the ability, not just me.” The young man, “Tan Qu,” frowned. “It’s just a small favor, how could I expect Gui Long to go to such lengths to help me?”

Yu Hai's words just now really frightened him.

That tone was definitely not a joke.

Yu Hai chuckled: "There's nobody here."

The young man, Tan Qu, remained silent.

Lately, as he consumed more and more animal blood, more memories surfaced in his mind. He felt a sense of familiarity with Yu Hai, but couldn't find his image in the fragments of memory. Instead, another slightly chubby boy appeared more often, but unfortunately, he couldn't remember his name. His intuition told him that he must be a relative.

"Did you look like this before?"

Could that chubby-cheeked boy be Gui Long?

Yu Hai didn't understand why he asked that: "No."

It's better not to mention what he was like before.

The young man, "Tan Qu," gave a soft "oh," his gaze falling to his waist, where he remembered wearing a Wenxin monogram. Unfortunately, he had tried to condense it since waking up but had failed each time: "Then, do you remember where my sword is?"

He looked dejected: "I can't conjure up a monogram. If I had a sword on my side... I would feel less of the sadness of things changing and people being gone."

Yu Hai naturally had no idea where his sword had been left.

When the boy's body was unexpectedly discovered, his sword was nowhere to be found. Its whereabouts aren't hard to guess; it was most likely kept by that good-for-nothing.

Yu Hai unfastened his sword: "Use mine first."

Just as the boy was about to touch the scabbard, Yu Hai sneered and reminded him, "But let me make this clear first, don't think about drawing your sword and committing suicide in a moment of loss of control. An ordinary sword forged from common iron won't take your life."

Young Tan Qu: "..."

Her gaze toward Yu Hai carried a hint of resentment.

Yu Hai: "We have more than twenty years of experience apart. If I can't even see through someone like you, I shouldn't be serving as prime minister in Qu State."

In fact, it's not easy to guess what the young "Tan Qu" is thinking. Young people are insightful and know how to hide their thoughts, but given his personality, he would rather hurt himself than hurt others. Thinking in this direction is definitely not wrong.

The boy retorted, "How will I know if I don't try?"

Yu Hai sneered inwardly.

If the young man succeeds in the test, he will turn the entire continent upside down to find another dose of "nectar" to inject into someone.

Even if you want to die, it's not that easy.

A short while later, a servant brought over a pot of tea.

The duck blood, still warm, was served: "Please enjoy, Mr. Tan."

Young Tan Qu: "..."

They're not even bothering to act anymore, they're just going straight for the blood.

He was about to pick up the bowl to drink when the rim of the bowl touched his lips and stopped.

Yu Hai thought the boy suspected it was human blood: "It's duck blood. You can't possibly not smell the difference between human and duck blood, can you?"

The boy suddenly stood up: "That's not right."

Yu Hai leaned closer to smell the teapot of duck blood, and was so overwhelmed by the smell that he leaned back slightly. No one knew why the boy thought it tasted so delicious.

"What's wrong?"

The scent permeating the air stirred the boy's nerves, making him restless with nowhere to vent his emotions: "I smell my own kind."

It wasn't Yu Hai, a delicious "food," nor was it livestock like chickens, ducks, or geese, nor was it the martial arts attendants who posed a threat to him... It was purely someone provoking his own kind. Yu Hai initially didn't understand what "own kind" meant, but thinking of the boy's current state, he suddenly realized, both shocked and furious: "How could this be? How far away are they?"

The young man disregarded everything else and lifted his heavy robes.

Intuition told him to go and find out what was going on.

Unfortunately, this body is not up to par.

Yu Hai then asked his servants for help while he followed.

a long time--

A strong wind whistled past his face. Yu Hai silently calculated how far they had traveled, and the more he calculated, the more frightened he became—no, wasn't this distance a bit too far? If he didn't understand the boy's personality, he would have suspected that the other party was playing tricks on him like that cunning good-for-nothing.

This warning range is probably even greater than that of a 20th-rank Marquis.

More than an hour later, the three of them stopped by the river.

"They pulled it out; it was still in the water."

Such dirty and tiring work was naturally assigned to the servants.

Not long after, a body that was still able to move and struggle was pulled out of the water.

Yu Hai glanced at the direction of the water flow. This was a fork in the river, and he didn't know which side it had come from: "Is that it?"

He turned around and saw the young man "Tan Qu" crouching down, examining the corpse that had been subdued by the servants' weapons, his tone filled with despair and panic.

"I think it's... quite a sight for sore eyes, what should I do?"

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Yu Hai: I should have used a whole dose, instead of using half a dose and then adding water.