"You, you did this on purpose!" Ding Jingli hadn't drunk much, and his mind was a little clearer now, but he still felt that he couldn't use his superpowers and felt restless and uncomfortable all over.
However, as he gazed into the eyes of the acting king and listened to his words, the slight doubt and uncertainty that had been lingering deep within him finally became clear.
It was as if a bright ray of light pierced through layers of mist, illuminating his once-vague thoughts and revealing everything before his eyes.
"Whether it was intentional or not, so what? You drank my wine, you were poisoned by my drugs, and there's no way you'll live a good life now. Of course, I'll make use of you trash."
"The toxins extracted from those zombies—you say even a light sprinkle on them could cause serious harm; what would happen if you drank them?"
The acting king smiled mockingly, crushing Ding Jingli's last glimmer of hope and trampling it underfoot.
"A conspiracy! This is a conspiracy! You Phantoms are so despicable, fooling the three of us brothers. You actually poured extracted zombie toxins into the wine just to turn us into zombies too."
After Ding Jingli finished speaking, he coughed up a mouthful of blood in anger, and then tried to stand up by supporting himself with his palms.
But his whole body ached and he was weak; it was already difficult for him to stand up, let alone stand. He glared fiercely at the acting king, his eyes seeming to torture him several times over.
It was like pinning someone to the ground and hitting them on the head with a feather; he was unharmed.
"Alright, stop struggling. Those useless things will only make you look stupid. After all, I thought you were the smartest of the three of you, but I didn't expect you to have a few drinks with me."
The acting king shook his head and sighed, his tone laced with sarcasm.
"No, how come you're alright!" Unable to get up, Ding Jingli gave up and leaned against the legs of the chair, looking at the acting king.
He clearly drank quite a lot, so why was he unharmed? In front of three people, especially himself, how did he manage to evade the poison and escape? He couldn't understand it, he couldn't fathom it, and he wouldn't rest in peace even if he died.
"Hehe, instead of having this idea, you should worry about your two brothers. They drank too much and might mutate even earlier than you. You know a lot about zombies killing each other, but it's a different story if it happens to you."
As soon as the acting king finished speaking, the two men began to move mechanically, their eyes already turning white, clearly indicating that they had been infected and turned into zombies.
"Big brother, third brother, you..." Ding Jingli looked at the two men in front of him, their hearts filled with unbearable pain as they responded to the roars of the zombies below. He could only murmur silently a few times.
Even so, he still attracted their attention because he had just vomited blood before he mutated into a zombie.
The smell of human blood is most attractive to zombies, so the two men twisted their necks and spun their arms as they walked toward him.
Because they mutated early and were already possessing superpowers, their movements were significantly different from those of ordinary zombies.
A few minutes later, it all ended with Ding Jingli's heart-wrenching screams.
He had become food for the two men, fermenting and decomposing inside their bodies, eventually forming crystals.
The acting king was very satisfied with everything before him. What he wanted was for the brothers to kill each other, and for the crystals that condensed after the mutation of the superhumans, which would play a very important role in the upgrade of the Enchantress.
With these crystals, the Demon Lord will definitely make him the second-in-command. That person can never replace him; he will never allow it.
After making a silent vow in his heart, he picked up the wine bottle from the ground and shattered it in his palm with a "bang," leaving only a white bead inside the bottle.
That's why I wasn't poisoned just now.
It operates on the same principle as the Nine-Bend Mandarin Duck Wine Pot, but it is more ingenious, as it can be disassembled at any time and moves according to a person's will.
If it perceives the wine as poison, the bead will release a toxin to turn it into poison. If it doesn't want to drink it, it will drink it normally without any poison.
So he was naturally safe. As for the other three, the acting king walked up to the two zombies, looked at Ding Jingli who was now just a pool of blood, and sneered, "Useless trash. So what if you have a little cleverness? Brothers killing each other. Go tell your story to the King of Hell in the afterlife."
The acting king then led the other two, Ding Jingshan and Ding Jingyan, who had already turned into zombies, out of the house. Judging from their footsteps, they were heading down to the place where the zombies were imprisoned.
After the noise subsided, Jiang Ruan said, "These three people are pitiful, but there's always a reason why someone is pitiful. Their actions back then doomed them to a bad end. Heaven's way is constant and will not allow evil people to run rampant."
“Ah Ruan is right. Evil people will be punished by heaven. We don’t need to worry about them. But now that they’re gone, what should we do?” Gu An pointed to the door and then to the exit, indicating whether to go out or continue following.
"Let's go. Now that we're here and have run into them, we should naturally be at the forefront. Besides, I also want to know what these people and this Phantom are up to." Jiang Ruan and Gu An pushed open the door. Seeing the door, which was about twenty centimeters thick, she finally understood why the three people inside couldn't hear anything after Gu An kicked the door open.
With this thickness, the sound insulation effect is excellent.
Inside, the scattered shards of glass and bloodstains resembled a murder scene from a TV drama—bloody and nauseating.
The two stepped over these barriers and cautiously made their way inside, afraid of making a sound that would startle the people inside and ruin their plan to spy.
Behind the small house, there was a staircase leading to the entrance. As you slowly walked in, the space became larger and larger, but the air became thinner and thinner.
"Hehehe..."
"Roar roar roar..."
"Awoo awoo awoo..."
As the two were nearing the end, the zombies inside inexplicably began to stir.
"Strange, it was so quiet just now, how did it change so quickly? Why does this situation feel so familiar!" Jiang Ruan thought to herself as she walked. After taking a few steps, she remembered that this was the sound that the zombies made when Zhang Yang was surrounded by them.
But now, even though Zhang Yang isn't here, this commotion... could it be...?
Jiang Ruan shifted her gaze to Gu An, wondering if this person might have a rare blood type like Zhang Yang.
However, his memories from his previous life told him that he wasn't. The zombie horde seemed to have never approached him; it must have been his high combat strength that created the pressure.
After the initial shock subsided, Jiang Ruan turned her gaze back to the present, only to see a fireball rushing towards her, aimed straight at her forehead!
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