Chapter Seventy-Nine
"Look at you. What's that smell on you? You stink to high heaven. How many days has it been since you last washed?"
Practically pinching his nose shut, the man grabbed Zhang Ming by the arm and dragged him to a room upstairs from the banquet hall to rest, his face full of disgust.
Zhang Ming frowned. "I washed."
He bathed every day. There were lots of tiny people flying around in the bathroom, holding towels and brushes as they washed and scrubbed his hair and body.
Every day, they washed him clean and left him smelling nice.
This ugly, evil snake-headed man was slandering him.
Several flying little people hovered around Zhang Ming's head, whispering in his ear.
"Look at him, he's an evil snake demon!"
"What do we do? Run, hurry and run! He'll eat you!"
The man pressed Zhang Ming down onto the edge of the bed. His enormous snake head opened its bloody maw, revealing sharp, venomous fangs.
"Don't go back downstairs. So many big shots came today—if they see you again, you'll embarrass Teacher even more!" The man clicked his tongue, then asked, "Zhang Ming, what medicine did you take?"
Shaking his head, the man turned away with a gloating sneer on his face.
Walking over to the cabinet, he opened a bottle of water and took two swallows, muttering under his breath, "It was one thing when you usually ate all sorts of random junk, but how could you still eat carelessly on such an important occasion?"
"Zhang Ming, just rest here properly. No one will disturb you. Before you come to your senses, I'll entertain Teacher and the distinguished guests for you..."
Holding the bottle of water, the man turned back with a smile. His pupils suddenly dilated. Zhang Ming, who