Chapter 37

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhulang did not mind that this group of strangers occupied their space. Instead, they complained that the area designated was too small.

"There are only three of you. Why do you have to live in one tent? Why do you have to live in one tent each? There are four of us, but we only get such a small space. Isn't this unfair?"

One of the short men spoke, and judging from his voice, he seemed to be quite young.

Except for the burly woman, the other two nodded in agreement. Jiang Zhulang could tell from their voices that this team consisted of three men and one woman.

Jiang Zhulang:?

He even suspected that he had heard it wrongly and said in disbelief: "What did you say? Say it again?"

The short man straightened his chest and said, "I say, you can move your tents or give us another tent. We are all gathered here because of fate. If we have fate, then we should share everything, right?"

Jiang Zhulang and other two: ...?

This kid's brain must have been stuck in the door.

Luo Xia glanced at him coldly, but unfortunately, with his artificial eye covered, he lost some of his intimidation, and instead attracted the other man who was as fat as a ball to steal glances at him frequently.

Martin grinned and said in a weird voice, "No way, no way. I've seen many shameless people, but you're thicker than Gulu Pig. This is the first time I've seen someone like you. Why should we make ourselves uncomfortable for you? There are only so many places suitable for camping. It's a kindness of ours to give you one."

"You! How can you talk like that? How can you be so selfish!"

"That's right, is this land privately owned by you? It's all unowned land. How can you occupy so much of it with so few people?"

Three men of different heights with blurred faces were chattering louder than ducks, while the burly woman stood quietly by and watched, neither stopping them nor agreeing with them.

Jiang Zhulang was really impatient to hear the hoarse voice, so he gathered his energy and decisively slapped each of them in the face. In the end, he pinched the mouths of the three men and muted them physically.

The burly woman, who had not made any big movements from beginning to end, saw this, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and she looked straight at Jiang Zhulang.

"Your Excellency, I am truly sorry. My companions have just graduated from the Warlock Academy and do not yet understand the rules of the underworld." She apologized lightly and insincerely.

Jiang Zhulang felt a little bit of disharmony.

Her attitude was as if she considered herself an outsider, and she had absolutely no intention of helping her companions. She even turned her head away when the three men looked at her for help.

But it was clear that not long ago, when the four of them confronted them, she was secretly protecting the three men behind her.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhulang unconsciously manipulated the void hand to pinch their mouths again. The three men glared at him with even more ferocious eyes, but unfortunately the sky was dark and too dirty, so Jiang Zhulang didn't notice it at all.

Seeing this, Martin chuckled, and Roshia also raised the corners of his lips slightly with a smile in his eyes.

Jiang Zhulang said calmly: "So, you understand the rules of the underworld very well?"

"Of course. How about I exchange the information about the holy medicine for a tent?"

Holy Medicine...

Jiang Zhulang's mouth twitched, he was quite sensitive to this word. It was because this was the code name of Martin's "mushroom potion" in the secret laboratory.

If he hadn't known that the drug hadn't even shown any signs of success yet, he would have thought she came from a laboratory...

"Tell me what you want to say?" Jiang Zhulang said nonchalantly as he lay down on the recliner in a relaxed manner. Luo Xia and Martin stood behind him. He could hear the sound of Luo Xia's fingertips rubbing the gun barrel.

The burly woman slowly recounted their experiences after landing on the island.

The four of them had arrived on the island a week ago. They were not lucky. As soon as they landed on the island, they soon entered a swamp forest. Above their heads were tangled branches, and under their feet was wet and muddy mud. Without the ability to fly, they had to rely on the woman's blood talent and "gravity control" to move forward with difficulty.

Before their strength ran out, they finally stepped on solid ground, and the result was...

Jiang Zhulang: "Get to the point."

The burly woman paused. Even though her face was covered in black mud and blood, one could still feel that she was speechless.

"The point is... we went through so much hardship and passed through so many light barriers, and finally arrived at what looked like the central island. Before we even got close, we could smell an invigorating fragrance, and just smelling it relieved the pain in our wounds..."

Jiang Zhulang touched his chin: It seems that the legendary healing medicine is not that powerful. It can only enhance the power of arcane magic and relieve the pain of certain bloodline talents with serious sequelae. It is just a rumor because it is rare and these bloodlines that will cause irreversible damage to the body every time they use arcane magic have been extinct.

And this herb is not on the central island.

"As a result, we found that it was a field of silver flowers!"

Martin: "Wait, wait, honeysuckle? Even a three-year-old knows that honeysuckle is smelly and slightly poisonous. It's useless except for being added to the 'harvest potion' as a fusion agent. Now you tell me that honeysuckle has a strange fragrance?? Are you really graduates of the Warlock Academy? The Warlock Academy has a basic herbal medicine class, right?"

Jiang Zhulang came back to his senses and found that Martin had been lying on the recliner like him, holding a Yaqilin melon in his hand.

"I'm not, but the other three are. There's nothing wrong with our sense of smell. We've also investigated the scene and it's really only the Man Yinhua."

Jiang Zhulang then remembered that the Hand of Nothingness was still clamping the three men's mouths. Their faces had turned red and their eyes were rolled.

He quickly retracted his magic and said, "Why don't you guys say anything? At least make a sound, or you'll suffocate to death and no one will notice."

Third Man: ...They don't talk because they don't want to?

Even though they complained in their hearts, after being severely reprimanded, they did not dare to speak again, for fear of provoking this devil again.

Martin's whole mind was already tied to this strange Man Yinhua. Seeing this, Jiang Zhulang asked a few more questions. After getting the approximate location, he took out a simple disposable tent from his storage ring and handed it to the burly woman.

As for the luxurious and spacious tent with a bathroom, study and restaurant?

Jiang Zhulang said: This is a custom-made model with only three tops.

It was obvious that the three men were very unhappy about this, but after getting a lesson they dared not say anything. They just pouted secretly and followed the burly woman inside.

Since they didn't make trouble, Jiang Zhulang withdrew his gaze. He was interested in the so-called central island. He looked at Martin, who was full of hope, and their brain waves matched.

MARTIN: “Walking tomorrow?”

He nodded, and Loshia followed suit.

Jiang Zhulang discovered that their goal before leaving had become distorted into a paper clip. They were clearly here to find the formula for the mushroom potion...

Um?

Potion...?

He turned his gaze towards the crucible and witnessed the explosion with his own eyes.

Martin immediately knelt down: "Ah, my pot! My medicine!"

Well, he knew that the path of the Flower of Silence would not work.

Jiang Zhulang volunteered to keep watch and sent Roshia, who insisted on accompanying him, back to the tent. He drank peach-flavored energy potion, zoomed in on the system screen, and spent the whole night reading forum comments.

The sky gradually brightened. Listening to the noise coming from the tent, he took a long breath, blinked his dry eyes, and ate a piece of cake to fill his stomach.

After packing up their belongings, Jiang Zhulang and the other two headed towards the Manyin flowers. The burly woman poked her head out from the tent, which was snoring loudly, and watched them leave.

Jiang Zhulang glanced at her calmly for a few times and then looked away.

There are many suspicious things about this man. However, as long as it does not hinder his actions, he is too lazy to care.

"Turn right at the fork in the road, then..."

"That's not right, Lannuo. Their right direction is our left direction. I think we should go left..."

Just as they reached the first turning point, he and Martin had a disagreement over whether to go left or right. Before they could come to an agreement, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds gathered, and raindrops as big as beans fell instantly.

As a last resort, they could only put on their raincoats hastily and head towards a more sheltered road, that is, the left.

But the next second, Jiang Zhulang knew that they had taken the wrong path, because——

“Ahhh—”

A hole suddenly appeared under Martin's feet, and then expanded at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up the three people in an instant, and then the ground strangely returned to its original state.

“Aaaaaaaah, I was wrong – Lanno!! The right side is correct, wuwuwa –!!”