My Demon Husband Is Chapter 796: What Medicine is Sold in the Gourd

Chapter 796: Chapter 796: What dicine is Sold in the Gourd

The tissue burned and emitted an extrely foul odor.

It was like the musky scent of a fox, combined with the sll of burning protein.

Watching the tissue turn to ashes like dry leaves consud by fire, I beca the destined end of the Cauldron Furnace.

Never again would a soul be so well-suited to my body.

Once possessed, it would reside permanently.

I stared at the ashes on the ground, my eyes unexpectedly damp.

Father, oh father, all the plots you sched since before my birth have now vanished into smoke.

"You certainly won’t die, young man. Seeing how deeply in love you are, I grant you eternal life," Old Zhao said as he squatted down, his finger lightly caressing the rigid face of Lin Gang.

After Lin Gang had stopped breathing, his eyes were dull and lifeless.

He showed no response to Old Zhao’s words, certainly not the appearance of soone who could live forever.

Old Zhao simply touched Lin Gang’s forehead, and Lin Gang, who had been lying on the ground, slowly stood up.

His stiff neck twisted, and he used his hands to realign it.

Even consciousness seed to return to his body.

But the movents of his body were beyond his own control.

His voice, when he spoke, carried an odd buzzing noise, not resembling a human voice, "What... have you done to ?"

"I made you my Walking Corpse, my servant," Old Zhao said as he tossed the Immortal Vase to , pulling out a red pill from his pocket.

I recognized that pill imdiately; it had the sa ingredients as the dicinal Pool in Tianying Village.

Even, the concentration of the extract was much stronger than that of the dicinal Pool.

Old Zhao casually flicked, and the red pill shot into Lin Gang’s chest.

It corroded through his clothing and rged into the skin beneath.

His thods were powerful and strange, and extrely cruel.

Lin Gang’s anger was evident in the bulging veins at his temple, nearly bursting.

But his body was not under his control, "You might as well kill , I won’t be... won’t be a Walking Corpse."

"You sought benevolence and received it. I’ve already killed you. I didn’t intend to add another deed," Old Zhao said, treating Lin Gang like trash, not even bothering to give him another glance, "However, you’ve irritated , so I have to treat you with your own dicine."

Treat you with your own dicine.

I thought back, and it seed Lin Gang wanted Old Zhao to never be able to transcend in his lifetis.

As one of the strongest, how could Old Zhao tolerate such an insult? Of course, he returned it in kind.

Lin Gang had truly shot himself in the foot, and incidentally, killed the Ancestor of Foxes as well.

If it hadn’t been for him provoking Old Zhao unnecessarily, the Ancestor of Foxes would just have been sealed in the tissue, not burnt to the extent of leaving not a single hair.

"No!! No, I don’t want to be a Walking Corpse, I don’t want to be your slave." Lin Gang attempted to resist fiercely, but no matter how loudly he scread, his rigid body remained completely still.

Old Zhao rolled up his sleeves and sat down on a chair, saying to , "Wait for the dicine to slowly take effect, his movents will beco sluggish, and his speech won’t be so coherent. His ranting will only last for a mont."

"I know, I know, I’ve seen Walking Corpses before, the body stiffens and the mind slows after death," I replied hastily, casting a glance at Lin Gang but feeling no sense of revengeful pleasure.

After all, we were connected by blood, and seeing him worse than dead, I still felt sowhat heavy-hearted.

Old Zhao nodded and waved his hand.

Lin Gang then voluntarily began to lift the curse from the shop employees and boss, bewitched by the ishan Mountain Witchcraft, and proceeded to upright the tables and stools.

But gradually, his movents beca more and more sluggish, like a lifeless automaton.

Yet Lin Gang’s spirit was still trapped in this lifeless body, eternally imprisoned without the ability to resist, which was the greatest punishnt for his own entrapnt.

In comparison to having offended Old Zhao, ssing with

and Yu Longting was nothing more than a minor issue.

Today, it’s Lin Gang’s turn to have bad luck.

"Speak up, what is it that you and your wife are really up to?" Old Zhao asked without any airs, tidying up the table where the sauces and condints had spilled over, he cooked a slice of lamb and placed it in my bowl.