kingnovel Chapter 109, 9 Lifetimes: The Mad Doctor's Deadly Poisonous Killer, the Mysterious Group's
Chapter 109, 9 Lifetimes: The Mad Doctor's Deadly Poisonous Killer, the Mysterious Group's
Chapter 109 The Mad Doctor's Deadly Poison: The Mysterious Group's Nightmare
The golden-masked man was blinded by the sudden burst of fireworks, his head buzzing as if a gong and drum ensemble were pounding wildly. He slipped and tumbled forward in a classic comical fashion, landing face-first in the mud with a resounding "thud," almost merging with the ground. "My God, what is this?!" he cried, sprawled on the ground, his arms flailing wildly like a flipped-over turtle, struggling to get back on its feet. He was filled with utter frustration, a burning rage raging within him, threatening to melt his insides. "What did I do in my past life? Did I dig up this girl's ancestral grave or steal her treasure? How could I be so unlucky as to fall into her trap! My brilliant life is ruined now!"
Luo Qingci's eyes widened, gleaming with excitement, like a cheetah that had spotted its prey, instantly leaping to him. She held the short blade firmly to his neck, deliberately pressing down hard, letting out a series of giggles. The laughter was as clear as silver bells, yet carried a hint of mischief: "Oh ho, hero, what kind of high-difficulty acrobatics are you performing for me? Is it the 'Voldemort's' special skill of begging for mercy? If only you had known this earlier, I wouldn't have had to go through all this trouble of setting off fireworks and digging out poison. I'm already exhausted!" As she spoke, she blinked, her eyes darting around like a cunning little fox, her mind already concocting some mischievous ideas.
"I think your mask is quite unique, with a distinctive design and good quality. It'll be perfect as a chamber pot! I'll wear it everywhere I go, and then no one will dare to look down on me! I'll put it in a prominent place, and if anyone misbehaves, I'll give them a taste of this 'golden chamber pot'!" As she spoke, she reached out, like a mischievous child seeing a novel toy, eagerly trying to remove the golden mask. Underneath the mask was a face full of anger and resentment, its features so distorted they were almost squashed together, resembling a wrinkled, large, fleshy bun—a sight that made one want to laugh.
"You dare!" the golden-masked man roared, his voice shaking the rocks in the cave. He tried to struggle to his feet, but the moment he moved, Luo Qingci pinned his back with her knee like a nail. "Don't move, or I'll really get rough! Believe me, I'll shove 'voice-mutilating powder' into your mouth, making you mute for the rest of your life, unable to speak your grievances, with nowhere to seek redress! You won't even be able to cry properly, and your singing will be off-key to outer space!" Luo Qingci threatened viciously, bringing the short blade in her hand closer, its cold light reflecting in the golden-masked man's terrified eyes, as if declaring that his fate was firmly in her grasp.
At this moment, the wild boar in the cave finally got tired of playing and staggered out of the cave, leaving behind a group of black-clad men with bruised and swollen faces, sprawled on the ground like piles of mud. The cold and beautiful woman was still muttering to herself in her hallucination: "I am not a pig, I am the most beautiful fairy... I am going to participate in the Peach Banquet... I will also challenge Sister Chang'e to a beauty contest, to let her know who is the real top fairy in the fairy world..." Her appearance was so varied, sometimes gesturing wildly as if she were performing her own "fairy dance", sometimes muttering to herself, her expressions so rich as if she were performing a grand play, so ridiculous that it made people laugh until their stomachs hurt.
"Haha, look at your pathetic state! Crying and screaming, staggering about – will you dare to be arrogant in front of me again?" Luo Qingci stood up, hands on her hips, striking a pose like a majestic general, triumphantly surveying the entire scene. Then, her gaze, like a searchlight, precisely landed on the golden-masked man. "Speak! What other secrets does your mysterious organization hold? Tell me honestly, or else…" She shook the medicine pouch in her hand, the poison inside making a hissing sound, like a group of impatient little devils urging the golden-masked man to confess.
The man in the golden mask gritted his teeth, his cheeks puffed out like a frog's, his face stubborn: "Don't even think about it! I'd rather die than tell! The secrets of our mysterious organization aren't something you, a little girl, can easily extract! Even if I die, I'll die with dignity, not bringing shame to the organization!" Luo Qingci raised an eyebrow, a cold smile curling at the corner of her lips, a smile as icy as winter frost, chilling to the bone: "Oh, quite the backbone. Fine, then I'll let you taste the 'cramping powder,' so you know what it means to wish you were dead! Then you'll be crying and begging me to let you tell all the secrets! I'll let you experience what true bitterness is, more sour than eating a whole jar of vinegar!" As she spoke, she pretended to take out poison from her medicine pouch, her fingers rummaging inside, deliberately making rustling sounds to put psychological pressure on the man in the golden mask.
"Wait!" The man in the golden mask finally panicked, his voice trembling like a withered leaf in the cold wind. "I'll talk, I'll talk, okay?!" Luo Qingci smiled with satisfaction, a smile like that of a cunning little fox. She sheathed her short blade, crossed her arms, and looked smug. "It would have been better if you had said this sooner. You had to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. Tell me quickly, where is the treasure hidden, and where is your organization's lair?" Her eyes were sharp as two blades, fixed on the man in the golden mask, not missing a single subtle change in his expression, as if trying to see through his thoughts.
The man in the golden mask took a deep breath and slowly said, "The treasure is in a secret chamber deep within the cave. As for the organization's lair..." He suddenly paused, a sly glint in his eyes, confident he had gotten away with it. Luo Qingci, ever as astute as a keen hawk, immediately sensed something amiss. "If you dare try anything funny, I guarantee you'll regret ever being born! I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead. Then you'll miss the days when you obediently confessed! I'll sprinkle you with my 'itch powder,' making you scratch until you question your existence, feeling like a million ants are crawling all over you!" she said coldly, her tone radiating unquestionable authority, as if declaring to the man in the golden mask that no trickery could escape her notice.