"What’s wrong?" Qing Yi looked a bit puzzled.
"Didn’t you put salt in?"
He thought Qing Yi was upset with him for causing too much fuss earlier and deliberately didn’t add salt, but his own bowl was tasteless too.
"I did put salt."
"You did?"
"Yes, could it be that you forgot to add it to your bowl?" Qing Yi seriously recalled and was certain he had indeed added salt.
He initially thought the drunkard was trying to stir up trouble again, but seeing he didn’t look like he was joking, Qing Yi felt a bit puzzled.
Could he have really forgotten to add it? Or added too little?
Qing Yi took a spoonful of the drunkard’s broth and tasted it, then pouted, looking resigned: "Stop ssing around, it’s getting late, let’s finish eating and rest early."
"..."
The drunkard was stunned.
He took another sip of the broth, but still felt it lacked flavor.
He looked at Qing Yi beside him. Seeing that Qing Yi didn’t seem to be playing tricks on him, the drunkard felt increasingly perplexed.
He picked up the bottle of milk on the table and looked at the description on the bottle.
Strawberry flavor, sour.
The drunkard opened it and took a sip.
He carefully used his taste buds to sense it.
It did seem a little sour, but very faint, almost tasteless.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Qing Yi noticed the drunkard acting strangely and asked curiously.
"...Nothing."
The drunkard tilted his head back and drank more than half of the milk in one go.
"This is quite sour, don’t drink too much, finish your noodles first." Seeing the drunkard drinking the milk down to the bottom, Qing Yi frowned and said.
"Oh..."
The drunkard placed the milk bottle back on the table and bowed his head to eat the noodles.
The more he ate, the worse it tasted.
He and Qing Yi had known each other for six years, and he had been eating these noodles for four years.
The taste had always been consistent, neither too strong nor too bland, but the noodles he’d been eating recently seed increasingly bland.
This ti, it was entirely flavorless.
Could there be sothing wrong with his taste buds?
The drunkard felt a bit uneasy.
In that dark secret room, a man was sitting cross-legged on the sickbed, trying hard to purify the corpse poison transferred from Jun Moyan’s body.
He didn’t actually know how to purify corpse poison. Back in the day, Nie Jiuque hadn’t really dealt with the Netherworld; even fierce ghosts would avoid him.
To Nie Jiuque back then, corpse poison was just a minor toxin not worth ntioning. With his skills at the ti, even if he were caught by a fierce ghost and infected with corpse poison, he could easily expel it and wouldn’t waste ti learning how to disentangle the poison.
He had only seen the thod of purifying corpse poison in so ancient book and had never tried it himself, but he didn’t expect it to be useful now.
In his current state, he couldn’t even fight off a common little demon or ghost, but fortunately, the corpse poison was successfully purified.
Seeing the man withdrawing his hand, Ye Yin, who had been anxiously waiting by the side, quickly asked, "Are you all right, Master?"
"...I’m fine."
The man’s voice was still very weak as he spoke.
"As long as you’re okay." Ye Yin breathed a sigh of relief, feeling reassured.
After resting for a while and regaining so strength, the man opened his hand, and the Purple Crane appeared in his palm.
"Master, what is this?"
The aura on this Purple Crane... it’s similar to the lady’s.
The man looked at the Purple Crane in his hand, his eyes gentle, his lips curling slightly, with a hint of a smile spreading at the corners.
"Yingying gave it to ."
He spoke, his words filled with sweetness.
This thing, Yingying didn’t have it in the past, so to speak, it was actually Wen Xiao’ai’s.
But it didn’t matter.
"The lady gave it to you? Could the lady have rembered you, Master?" Ye Yin thought as he saw the man’s expression filled with affection, assuming that Wen Xiao’ai might have recalled sothing.
"...She hasn’t." The man’s eyes instantly dimd.
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