Flourishing and Decaying in All Directions, Decided in a Single Thought

Cui Tike followed Li Banfeng to the Soda Kiln and ate a plate of sauced beef, two flatbreads, and a bottle of soda. Full and satisfied, Cui Tike remembered something important.

"I forgot to bring the medicine."

Li Banfeng frowned. "We came here to do big business. Could you put a little more thought into it? Is the medicine really that important?"

"Can you put on a play without props?"

Cui Tike admitted that this had been a grave oversight. He bought three bottles of soda from the proprietress—oranges, pineapple, and grapes. Then he bought a bag of salt, a bottle of soy sauce, and a bottle of vinegar, found an abandoned workshop, took out three test tubes, and began mixing medicine.

"You call this medicine?" Li Banfeng was deeply displeased with Cui Tike's attitude.

"Exquisite medicines often come from humble ingredients." Cui Tike finished mixing all three test tubes and brought them before Li Banfeng. "Take a sip. Its flavor is as pure as our friendship."

Li Banfeng did not drink it or pay Cui Tike any mind. They passed through several workshops in succession and headed deeper into the Abandoned Factory.

Cui Tike's body changed rapidly. His limbs became short and thick, his body bloated, his brows and eyes vanished, and sparse, sharp teeth grew from within his huge lips. The three snails had arrived at the workshop early and were anxiously awaiting Li Qi. The instant they saw Cui Tike, all three jumped in fright.

"Is that a DaoLao Ghost?" Luo Lijun cried out. "Why did you bring something like that here?"

Cui Tike, transformed into a "DaoLao Ghost," took three tubes of medicine from his pocket and let out a muffled, indistinct moan. Li Banfeng asked, "He came to deliver medicine. Which of you wants to