A Middle-Aged Man's Destiny Burned Hot-Burn, Baby! (Please Follow)

Having taken two pills at once, the yellow-haired smoker broke out in sweat.

It was clear that his expression was more serious than yesterday.

As one of the veteran test subjects here, Huang Qu, the smoker, had weathered countless battles.

That was because he knew his constitution was special: a one-in-ten-thousand Poison-Immune Body.

With such a constitution, and having been spotted by a renowned master at a young age, who intended to pass all his skills on to him, Huang Qu should have had a bright future.

But he should never have gotten hooked on "Immortal Leaf."

This stuff had absolutely no toxicity to him. It could not harm his body in the slightest.

But what made it terrifying was its addictiveness.

Smoke it for a while each day, and he would drift as if intoxicated, as though he had reached the heavenly court and paired off with celestial maidens. But if he went without it for a while, his whole body would feel unbearable, as if ants were crawling all over him, and each day would feel like a year.

He sank deeper and deeper, spending money like flowing water. When his master found out and told him to quit, he agreed with his lips, only to sneak off and smoke again when he could not resist.

Once, because he was in such a hurry to smoke Immortal Leaf, he even lost his junior sister.

The junior sister who had said she would marry him when she grew up.

His master was so enraged that he suffered internal injuries and coughed up blood. Not long after, he passed away.

From then on, Huang Qu's bright future was broken.

It was all because of the Immortal Leaf from this damned Ghost Hand Apothecary!

So he decided to take revenge!

He would use his Poison-Immune Body to launch the most brutal revenge against the apothecary.

He decided to smoke Immortal Leaf hard, until he could not stop!

After smoking, he would earn money as a test subject, then keep smoking.

After all, he would not have much of a reaction when testing medicines. It was practically the same as wasting the apothecary's pills for nothing.

Back and forth it went. He spent not a single coin, yet made the apothecary lose both the pills used for testing and the Immortal Leaf. Put together, that was double the loss. Tell him, was that revenge ruthless or not?

But over the past half year, Huang Qu had found his revenge a little exhausting.

His Poison-Immune Body had gradually become unable to completely block the effects of these medicines.

No matter how outstanding one's talent or how formidable one's constitution, once its owner had worn down his will and allowed himself to be corroded by Immortal Leaf and poison over a long period, flaws would gradually appear.

Even an iron pestle could be ground into a needle, let alone a "Poison-Immune Body," which was not truly impervious to all corruption.

Still, relying on his talent, he could barely manage.

But this time, he felt that something was wrong.

Really wrong!

This medicine was strange. Yesterday's pill had still been within a controllable range.

But after today's dosage was doubled, its medicinal power was more than several times stronger than yesterday's, causing him considerable pain.

He could already tell that something was wrong with his liver.

But when he realized the problem, the skinny man beside him was extremely excited.

He was even happy!

His body flopped wildly on the communal bed like a carp stranded on shore!

As he flopped around, he shouted, "God! What a kick! This medicine is incredible, it's got such a kick!"

"I don't even need to rest for two hours a day anymore—I can keep going nonstop!"

Huang Qu thought this guy was probably done for. Then he heard a string of loud slaps that made him jump.

It turned out Gu Qingfeng was once again fiercely spanking his wife.

As he slapped her, he said with an excited expression, "What a kick! This medicine really has a kick!"

Seeing this, Huang Qu sighed inwardly. "It's over. This country man is finished too!"

"This time, I'm afraid I'm the only one who can endure it."

"But only this time. There cannot be any more."

Yesterday, he had even somewhat admired Gu Qingfeng's uninhibited conduct, and the constitution he displayed had seemed decent enough.

But before Ghost Hand Apothecary's new medicine, it was still nowhere near enough!

The effects of the medicine had already flared up in these two, which was why they were so exhilarated and unable to control themselves.

Only a genius like him could continue down this path.

In the next room, Sun Sheng watched Gu Qingfeng fiercely spanking his wife, his eyes opened wide!

He stared without blinking!

He had originally enjoyed watching such a sight, but these past two times had been different.

He actually felt a trace of humiliation from it.

Because his wife actually thought this country man was somewhat remarkable.

In truth, his wife had said similar things about Huang Qu, yet he had felt nothing then.

But why did he feel this way now?

It could not be because this country bumpkin was handsome and younger than him, could it?

No, he simply found him unpleasant to look at.

He just thought this man was irritating.

It was as though people like him were born to hate fellows like that!

Yes, just as city folk were born to hate country folk!

And the man he hated just happened to be able to spank his wife, wildly spanking her without manners or restraint.

That was the root of his displeasure!

But Sun Sheng gradually relaxed.

Because no matter how irritating this country man was, he was going to die.

Once he died, his heart and liver would become the nourishment Sun Sheng needed—the nourishment that would let him advance another step!

What was there for him to be unable to let go of?

No, before he died, Sun Sheng would tell this country man everything. What kind of regretful, unwilling expression would appear on his face then?

At that thought, Sun Sheng's mood became even more cheerful, and he even lay there with one leg crossed over the other.

"I'm going to work!"

"While the medicine's still working, I'm going to work."

The skinny man's muscles bulged all over his body, and he desperately wanted to work.

This scene was undoubtedly much like that rat from before, the one that had done over a dozen female rats in one night, and even a female cat.

Through a crack in the wall, the lady in purple received Sun Sheng's instruction and let him leave.

The skinny man was called Wang Fan. He was ordinary and unremarkable, with no real prospects.

The greatest achievement of his life was marrying a wife.

After marrying her, he practically wanted to worship her like a celestial maiden.

But he could only blame himself for being useless. Even though he worked himself to the bone every day, he still could not give her the life of a celestial maiden.

Especially lately, Wang Fan had been deeply uneasy.

Because he felt that if he did not work harder, his wife would fall for someone else and leave him.

Without a woman, without his wife, how could he go on living!

Luckily, luckily there was medicine!

After becoming a test subject, not only could he earn money, but his entire body was filled with strength, and his days had gotten better too.

Everyone at the apothecary said he was compatible with this medicine, and he thought so too.

Just look at the other two—they did not get results as good as his!

Holding the silver he had just earned from testing medicine, he prepared to find his wife.

His wife should be listening to a storyteller at the teahouse right now. She had said the storyteller was a refined scholar and told his tales quite well.

Ahead of him, Clearwater Teahouse stood right ahead.

Vaguely, he could already see his wife drinking tea there.

He had just wanted to go over and hand her the silver when a plump figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was a fat man, one who looked gentle and amiable.

Yet this very person suddenly blocked his path.

He did not dwell on it much. Seeing his wife was more important, so he quickly moved aside.

But when he moved left, the other man moved left. When he moved right, that body remained stretched across his path.

Looking for trouble?

In the past, Wang Fan would definitely have cowered and not dared to lose his temper.

But now, he was different!

Now his whole body was filled with strength, filled with muscles, filled with determination!

He even directly developed killing intent!

No one would stop him from seeing his wife!

No one!

For a moment, middle-aged Wang Fan's blood boiled with passion, as though he had found his destiny!

My destiny is love!

Endless love for my wife!

Anyone who stops me from loving her will...

"Urgh!"

Wang Fan's boiling blood came to an abrupt halt, because that fat man had seized his neck and lifted him like a chick into the deserted alley beside them.

In that instant, all his muscles and all his strength seemed to sink into the sea like a clay ox, unable to exert themselves at all.

No, don't!