An Gang of Boy's Urine

Chapter 22: An Gang of Boy's Urine

To be honest.

With time this tight, it couldn't all be blamed on Shi Ji.

Wu Xian could clearly feel that the daytime had become shorter than before.

As their survival time extended, the difficulty of the Blessed Land had also been increasing. It was likely that soon they would encounter a predicament where they had to confront the Evil Spirits head-on.

"Want some? To replenish your energy." Shi Ji handed Wu Xian a piece of dried large intestine.

Wu Xian rolled his eyes.

Whether it was nervousness or genuine heat, Wu Xian and Shi Ji began to feel tired.

Wu Xian's mind raced, and his gaze soon fell on something.

This damned Shi Ji, he really had the luck of a dog. To ensure he wouldn't be a burden tonight, Wu Xian had given him his only chance to Worship God today, and he had actually managed to worship something good.

The Copper Coin Sword was stuck at his waist, but Wu Xian didn't feel any heat from it at all. This indicated that the Copper Coin Sword couldn't break through the current crisis either.

"There must be something, look quickly, think quickly!"

Wu Xian suddenly started getting a runny nose, like the yellow snot from a severe cold. It made him dizzy, and he used tissue after tissue. Perhaps because of the runny nose, he felt his breathing becoming less smooth, as if dirty mucus was coating his lungs...

Wu Xian felt like he had been infected by Shi Ji. Otherwise, why would his need to urinate and defecate become so frequent, just like Shi Ji's? When nature calls, it's hard to hold back, so the two could only take turns fighting for the use of the toilet.

The abnormality of his body was driving Wu Xian to the brink of madness.

Wu Xian slapped himself hard. He realized now was not the time to analyze the reasons; escaping the crisis situation quickly was the most important thing. Otherwise, it wouldn't be long, perhaps the next moment, before he would be lost in it again.

"Ah, ah, I can't stand it!"

Time ticked by.

This kind of waiting was incredibly taxing.

"Rather than live like this, I'd rather die."

The clock hands moved slowly. Nights without the internet were extremely difficult to endure.

His body hair instantly stood on end, as if an electric current was passing through him. His heart felt like it was being gripped by a cold hand, and cold sweat poured down.

But the most painful part was his lower back; the Copper Coin Sword had scorched Wu Xian's flesh.

Bad breath.

Shi Ji's toothbrush was already half-bald, his mouth full of blood foam and broken bristles. His gums were completely scraped raw, with some tooth roots exposed. Every time he poked inside, he would bring out a clump of bloody flesh debris.

"No, that's not right, I need to save my life first!"

That knife was the breakthrough, the only way out!

Wu Xian exerted all his strength and lunged towards the An Gang of Boy's Urine. His movements were incredibly sluggish, as if he was breaking through several invisible, spiderweb-like things in the process. But ultimately, he touched it before his consciousness faded!

The moment he touched the Tachi.

He was hit!

Both he and Shi Ji had been hit without realizing it!

There was no need to worry about danger; this snot was the top priority.

Wu Xian felt a wave of intense pain, as if his whole body had fallen apart. His skin, mouth, nasal cavity, abdominal cavity, and lungs all burned with a fiery pain.

With this precious sword, even Shi Ji could display considerable combat power.

"How is it, did you brush it clean?"

An Gang of Boy's Urine!

Wu Xian remembered that after it got dark, Shi Ji had initially been holding a long saber. Later, he had temporarily set the saber aside to get some water and had never picked it up again.

"What, what can break this situation?"

His mouth emitted a foul odor. He had brushed his teeth just a few hours ago, but now it smelled like rotten eggs left in a warm, humid environment for forty-nine days.

Shi Ji enthusiastically patted Wu Xian: "What a coincidence, you're brushing your teeth too. Look, did I brush my teeth clean? Why do I always feel like my teeth are yellow."

Yet even so, he lifted his lips and showed Wu Xian his mouth full of scarlet.

Needed to brush teeth.

Lost in thought, Wu Xian felt an unbearable nasal congestion again, as if a large mass of snot was about to burst out. He wished he could shove the Copper Coin Sword into his nostrils just to breathe freely.

Wu Xian pulled out the Copper Coin Sword and looked around.

They were constantly sweating. The sweat made their skin look greasy and dirty, as if they hadn't bathed for days. The two had to drink large amounts of water to stay hydrated and frequently wipe their bodies to maintain cleanliness.

This was not the end.

Wu Xian suddenly froze, then almost vomited.

He might brush himself to death, or he might peel off his own skin to stop sweating!

Shi Ji could no longer be relied upon.

Wu Xian let out a snort, turning his head impatiently, his pupils suddenly widening.

But when did this start? What evil spirit was bewitching him?

Was it a dream?

Was it an illusion?

After a simple rest, the two sat back-to-back on the ground. Due to the shortening of daylight, they didn't feel tired at all. Coupled with the fact that tonight was crucial, they decided to tough it out until morning.

It was also quiet outside. For some reason, there was no movement outside tonight. Yu Yinghua didn't knock on their door, and those child wraiths didn't launch a night attack.

"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll have to brush my teeth again!"

He had just finished lamenting.

It had already done its best to warn Wu Xian, but Wu Xian's senses were blocked, and he didn't even notice the heart-piercing pain.

"It stinks!"

Wu Xian rushed into the bathroom, found his toothbrush, squeezed out half a tube of toothpaste, and brushed his teeth over and over again. He didn't stop even when the bristles of the toothbrush curled. The delicate skin of his mouth broke, and blood stained the foam in his mouth.

Suddenly, Wu Xian's brushing motion was too vigorous, and his arm bumped into Shi Ji.

To the point that he even ignored the danger tonight. He had to cleanse himself of the filth and be a clean person.

"Don't bother me while I'm brushing my teeth!"

Gulp, gulp.

The deity he worshipped was named 'Water Official Guangde Dragon King'. After worshipping the god, he obtained a tachi. This tachi was named 'An Gang of Boy's Urine'!

Originally a foreign treasure blade capable of slaying great demons, it was later lost in the boys' restroom urinal for various reasons. Soaking in boy's urine day and night, its nature underwent a peculiar transformation.

His mouth was in that state, yet he hadn't sobered up. This meant that pain was currently ineffective against his condition, so there was no point in wasting time self-harming.

Wave after wave of bodily abnormalities made Wu Xian incredibly irritable. He was still young, so why did he suddenly feel like an old man?

Shi Ji's bizarre appearance made Wu Xian's brain twitch.

Before long, their stomachs also started to rebel.

Wu Xian's hair stood on end.

He saw that room 402 was covered in reddish-brown filth, like a hell of flesh and blood.

The floor, walls, and ceiling were all covered in yellowish-white skin, with huge mouths and noses growing haphazardly on them, constantly wriggling and opening and closing. All the furniture was pieced together from what looked like human lungs, and intestines of varying thicknesses hung like a spiderweb all around. The air was filled with a suffocating stench...