"Colin, I saw your hand touch A Meng back then. You didn't kill him?"
"No. By the time I touched him, it was already too late." Colin shook his head, full of regret.
"There's an update. The poison we initially contracted was unnamed. Only after some people died did we learn it was called A Meng Poison," a female Druid player with antlers on her head said, taking a sip of ice slime.
"What's going on? Where did this update come from? Don't tell me the enemy released it." Colin didn't believe her.
When Colin died, his eyes had been wide open. He had seen a message in his status bar: "You have been afflicted with an unnamed poison."
Then dozens of abnormal buffs had appeared on his body, and he had died within two or three seconds.
"I sent you the screenshot. Look for yourselves." The nature-loving Druid player slid her finger lightly across the screen and sent the image to each of her friends.
Ke Meng wasn't among them. He was merely a passerby who had changed his face and build. Even his aura had changed. On top of that, he had used a spiritual disguise to give his own spirituality a different quality.
Even someone with extremely high spirituality would have found it difficult to detect Ke Meng's spiritual disguise, unless they possessed at least half as much spirituality as Ke Meng himself.
"Young man, your ramen is ready." The owner smiled with narrowed eyes and placed the beautifully arranged ramen on Ke Meng's table.
In the bowl, slippery pieces of ice slime sat at the upper left, while a fully cooked wyvern egg, sliced in half, rested on the right. Long, thin ramen noodles lay coiled in the rich broth, which billowed with steam.
Ke Meng