Chapter 30: How Can a Few Dishes Get You This Drunk?
Hearing that number, Shen Qingli nearly spat out blood in outrage! But after a moment’s thought, it sounded better than “250.”
An Yan gazed at Shen Qingli, pale and lying on the ground, his eyes narrowing. A hint of caution flickered in his gaze, and his footsteps grew even lighter.
“Shen Qingli?”
The man’s voice reached her ears, strangely familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before. Her fingers twitched and she clutched the silver needle tightly in her hand.
Seeing Shen Qingli unmoving, An Yan relaxed slightly, though the wariness in his eyes remained.
“I didn’t expect it to be this easy.”
He let out a cold laugh and reached toward her. Sensing his movement, Shen Qingli reacted swiftly, flicking the silver needle in her fingers toward him!
An Yan cursed under his breath and immediately rolled aside to dodge.
Without hesitation, Shen Qingli hurled the remaining silver needles at the man before her. Yet his figure blurred—a mere flicker—and he evaded them all!
Shen Qingli’s heart skipped a beat. This one was tough!
The thought flashed through her mind, and she instantly made her decision. Turning sharply, she darted away!
“Run? Where do you think you can run?”
Watching her flee, An Yan let out a mocking laugh, a wicked smirk curling on his lips. The next instant, his figure flickered again, and he appeared right in front of her.
“Damn it!”
Seeing the man appear as if he’d teleported, Shen Qingli understood at once—he must possess spiritual energy!
“Cai Cai, convert all my remaining Face-Slapping Points into hidden weapons—now!”
She spoke silently in her mind. As soon as she sensed something appear in her hand, she launched it at the man before her. Daggers, silver needles, and countless tiny implements surged toward An Yan.
These small objects stirred a surge of irritation in An Yan’s heart.
“Tricks for children!”
He sneered, sweeping his sleeve to cleanly dispel them all.
Shen Qingli frowned, throwing the rest at him. Then, using the terrain to her advantage, she began weaving through the woods, leading him in circles.
[Host, the blue fruit up ahead can numb nerves...]
Green Green Cilantro continued to guide Shen Qingli, causing An Yan considerable trouble as she darted away.
Watching the woman fleeing ahead, the coldness in An Yan’s eyes deepened. His gaze darkened as he used nearby vines to block her path.
Seeing the road blocked by vines, Shen Qingli’s eyes flashed coldly. With her last Face-Slapping Points, she exchanged for a hidden weapon, gripping it tightly in her hand before turning to face the man approaching her.
“Still running? Are you still trying to run?” An Yan smiled, his fox-like eyes glinting with a chilling ruthlessness.
Shen Qingli forced a smile, watching him approach, and feigned pitifulness.
“You’ve chased me this far; of course I can’t escape. I surrender. I give up!”
She knelt on the ground, as if truly giving herself up.
An Yan narrowed his eyes. He didn’t believe Shen Qingli would surrender so easily, but he continued toward her, gathering spiritual energy in his fingers.
“In that case...”
As he drew near, a dark glint flashed in Shen Qingli’s eyes.
“Let me teach you a lesson!”
She thrust the hidden weapon at him. But in the next instant, Shen Qingli was slapped in the face by fate.
Her poisoned dagger was easily tossed aside by the man, and her neck was seized in a powerful grip.
“Trying tricks in front of me—you must really not value your life!” An Yan mocked, tightening his hold.
Seeing Shen Qingli’s pale face, a surge of delight rose in his heart.
“See, even though he protected you so well, in the end, you still ended up in my hands.”
His smile deepened. Shen Qingli felt her breath growing more labored, but the familiar scent from the man stirred her memories—it was the same as during the taxi kidnapping!
She had smelled it then, too!
“Who are you? Was the taxi incident last time also your doing?” Shen Qingli struggled to ask, and suddenly felt his grip loosen just enough for her to breathe.
An Yan looked at her, amusement and disdain flickering across his face.
“That’s right. Both last time and this time—those were my handiwork. So what if you know? Now, you’re about to die by my hand.”
He stared at her pale face, a cold gleam in his eyes.
“Last time you got lucky—someone saved you. But this time, let’s see who can save you!”
With that, An Yan tightened his grip again. Looking at Shen Qingli’s pallor and thinking of his soon-to-be recovered spiritual energy, excitement gleamed in his gaze.
“As soon as I consume you, and the spirit herb on you, I’ll return to my peak. Then I’ll devour that man as well.
No one can stop me. I’ll ascend to immortality!”
His eyes burned with fanaticism, and his grip grew even tighter.
Shen Qingli immediately contacted Green Green Cilantro in her mind. “Cai Cai, hurry—I need to advance my props!”
[Yes, Host!]
Cai Cai responded, instantly advancing her props. Shen Qingli felt a weight in her hand—a demon-slaying staff appeared.
Without hesitation, she jabbed it toward the man!
An Yan’s expression darkened; he immediately released her and retreated several steps.
“Damn it! You still have something up your sleeve!”
He glared at the wound slashed across his arm, his voice tinged with anger.
Shen Qingli spun, wielding the demon-slaying staff and swinging it at him again.
But it was brushed aside by the man with ease.
“You dare bring such a petty thing before me?”
“Nothing but scrap metal!”
An Yan sneered, his hand transforming into sharp fox claws, the razor-like nails gleaming before Shen Qingli’s eyes.
“Ha, scrap metal!”
He beckoned toward the demon-slaying staff nearby, and in the next moment Shen Qingli saw him grip it tightly.
“Sizzling!”
The aroma of roasted meat wafted through the air. Shen Qingli stared at An Yan, whose only reaction was a burn—nothing else. Her eyes widened.
“What the hell is this thing?”
She muttered to Green Green Cilantro in her mind, fear flickering in her gaze.
[Host, I think we should take this opportunity to run. What do you think?]