A Business Opportunity

Even if the emcee is a level 63 Soul Emperor, staying in this Demon Tumor Poison Mist for too long would make him want to fart.

However, this Soul Elder, who was only at level thirty-one, appeared calm and even enjoying himself.

This gave the emcee's boss a jolt.

"Looks like I'm going to lose fifty Silver Soul Coin!"

The emcee boss groaned inwardly.

Losing a challenge meant losing all the Silver Soul Coin you earned.

This made the emcee owner feel somewhat sad.

"Once Wu Zisheng's challenge is over, I'll blacklist him and make sure he can't challenge me again!"

The emcee boss muttered to himself, revealing a shrewd, unscrupulous look in his eyes.

Seeing that the poisonous fog could not be intensified, Wu Zisheng had no choice but to give up.

Then, Wu Zisheng continued to actively absorb the Demon Tumor Poison Mist.

Inhaling too much of this stuff can be addictive, giving you a tingling, pleasant feeling in your head.

"It's a pity this poison isn't quite right, otherwise I would feel much better!"

Wu Zisheng muttered to himself, but had no choice but to make do.

And so, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wu Zisheng, like a freak, continued to absorb the poisonous fog.

Over time.

Wu Zisheng's intestines shuddered, feeling a heavy weight about to burst forth from his body.

"Yes, that's the feeling, it's about to come out!"

"This reminds me of that rainy day that year!"

Wu Zisheng felt a secret sense of satisfaction, and at the same time, he thought of a rainy day many years ago when he had felt a sense of exhilaration.

I recall the exhilaration of that rainy day.

In the depths of his being, Wu Zisheng felt a light and cheerful melody echoing in his mind.

The joy of rainy days is evidenced by the lyrics of songs.

The sky longs for rain, but all I want to do is fart~

I'm just standing here like an idiot downstairs.

Raise your head and fart!

If a toilet appears in the scene~

I'll even let you hear me poop!

If you're not so happy sometimes~

I'd be willing to fart for you to smell~

You actually know I'm talking nonsense~

I'm farting for you~

There's no particular style~

It only represents ~

I want to bring you happiness~

I toss and turn all night for you~

What's wrong with the world letting you fart?

The cool air of late summer carries a hint of warmth.

The sky is the color of rain, waiting for the misty rain to fall, while I'm just talking nonsense.

Smoke rises in wisps, and the stench of farts travels for miles!

A light and classical melody seemed to be playing in his mind, which amplified Wu Zisheng's sense of exhilaration.

Very soon.

Wu Zisheng felt his intestines were moving even more intensely.

Wu Zisheng glanced at the incense stick out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, the incense stick was almost completely burned out, with less than one-tenth remaining.

"That's enough, I can't afford to lose this challenge!"

"Otherwise, we won't be able to absorb the Demon Tumor Poison anymore, and we'll be able to have a complete and rapid diarrhea!"

Wu Zisheng thought to himself.

A resolute glint flashed in Wu Zisheng's eyes, and before the incense had burned out completely, he decisively left the poisonous fog.

The poisonous fog that Wu Zisheng left behind immediately puzzled everyone.

"Huh? That's strange. The incense hasn't even finished burning yet, how did he get out? He was so close to winning!"

"Yeah, what's going on? Doesn't he want to win the challenge?"

"That's really strange. Could it be that he went up on stage to take on the challenge just to absorb that poison gas?"

"It seems so. Look at his perverted expression of pleasure. It's so disgusting!"

The crowd below the stage erupted in an uproar.

No one understood why Wu Zisheng, who was clearly about to win, chose to leave the poisonous fog.

Has he been driven mad by the poisonous fog? He doesn't even want the Silver Soul Coin anymore!

The emcee boss on the challenge stage also looked bewildered.

However, this blank look quickly turned into the expression of a cunning merchant.

"Alright! Since you've finished within the allotted time, that means you've given up the challenge!"

"Looks like I won't lose those fifty Silver Soul Coin!"

The emcee was secretly delighted and decided not to pay Wu Zisheng fifty Silver Soul Coin.

At this moment, Wu Zisheng felt a strong urge to defecate, which he wanted to expel from his body.

However, Wu Zisheng still managed to hold back.

Wu Zisheng glanced at the emcee boss, then at Yu Cheng.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

Wu Zisheng said with a grateful expression:

"Thank you both so much for relieving my strange ailment!"

"I'm giving up on this challenge. I don't want the fifty Silver Soul Coin!"

"I hope the boss can let me go on stage and absorb the toxic fog again next time. I really like it!"

"And this young man, your Soul Skill and poison mist are very useful to me, thank you!"

Wu Zisheng looked genuinely grateful, but his sallow complexion only added to his sinister aura.

The emcee boss was a smooth talker, and he quickly understood what Wu Zisheng had said.

"Wu Zisheng must have some strange illness that makes it difficult for him to defecate, which is why he was able to endure the poisonous fog for so long!"

"It was a lucky accident that allowed him to have some fun, which is why he's grateful to us!"

The emcee boss immediately understood and made an analysis.

Then, the emcee continued speaking, following in Wu Zisheng's footsteps.

"Okay, you're welcome!"

"Welcome to try again next time!"

The emcee boss replied to Wu Zisheng very politely.

Then, Wu Zisheng looked at the staff member Soul Master beside him and said, "Little Wu, come and take Brother Wu Zisheng to have some fun!"

"Yes, Elder Zheng!"

The staff member surnamed Soul Master nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, the employee, Little Wu Soul Master, took Wu Zisheng to the restroom.

Before leaving, Wu Zisheng made sure to thank Yu Chenglong.

"Young man, thank you so much! I'll come find you and have a good chat after I've had my fill of fun!"

Wu Zisheng sincerely thanked Yu Chenglong.

"OK."

Yu Chenglong felt a wave of shame.

Yu Chenglong never expected that Soul Master suffering from a strange constipation would come up to challenge him, and almost win the challenge.

However, the Soul Master suffered from this strange constipation finally got his wish and was able to defecate.

And since he voluntarily gave up the challenge, Yu Chenglong is still the winner.

Overall, they are still the ones who benefit from the challenge.

The crowd watching from below the stage immediately understood what was going on after hearing what was said on the challenge stage.

"It turns out that Wu Zisheng suffers from a strange constipation, which is why he was able to endure the poisonous fog for so long!"

"It seems that the poisonous fog has a therapeutic and alleviating effect on his strange illness!"

This was the thought that crossed the minds of everyone in the audience after they suddenly realized what was going on.

The emcee, surnamed Zheng, suddenly seemed to remember something, and his small round eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"I've discovered a business opportunity!"

"Besides setting challenges, I can also open a clinic to treat Soul Master and ordinary people suffering from constipation!"

"This clinic can make me a lot of money!"

A glint of shrewdness flashed in the eyes of the emcee boss; he had spotted a new business opportunity.

The emcee owner became excited at the thought of opening a clinic, and even his breathing became a little heavy.

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