Chapter 135: Chapter 134: Desire for Food and Drink, I Have Long Ceased to Care

In front of the bamboo house, Chen Xu personally saw the Patrol Envoy seemingly about to open the bamboo tube.

But halfway through the action, the other party suddenly looked up at Chen Xu.

Chen Xu’s original intention was to control his emotions at this moment, to gather the beating of his heart and spirit.

But in a lightning moment of thought, he suddenly realized he shouldn’t be too calm.

He then shrank his body, yet leaned his head and neck forward, showing an expectant and humble smile on his face as the Patrol Envoy looked at him.

“Ha!” The Patrol Envoy suddenly tossed the bamboo tube back to Chen Xu, nodding slightly with his chin, “You, drink first.”

Chen Xu’s expression froze for a moment, then he reacted and hurriedly said, “Ah, yes.”

Without hesitation, he immediately opened the bamboo tube and poured some soup into the bamboo tube lid.

While doing this, he accompanied with a smile, explaining to the Patrol Envoy: “Respected Envoy, please allow me to explain. When serving illustrious guests, sometimes I also do the first tasting myself.

It’s inappropriate to share the same utensils with the guests, wouldn’t it be improper for the guests to eat leftovers from a small person?

Please don’t mind, I also do not contact the bamboo tube lid with my mouth.”

After saying this, he tilted his head back and poured a small amount of the soup from the bamboo tube lid directly into his mouth from a distance of two or three inches.

It’s often said that details determine success or failure.

At this moment, Chen Xu drank the soup without any pretense, and his deliberate distribution of the soup immediately eased the tense look of the Patrol Envoy.

Who but a true chef would think of these details?

As for whether there would be any issue with a living person like Chen Xu drinking “ghost food,” Chen Xu quickly analyzed and decided to take the gamble.

Everything in the world hinges upon dosage. A small amount of Meat Ganoderma Bell soup, seemingly containing little ghostly essence.

Chen Xu, possessing Innate Qi, assumed he had no fear of this small amount of ghostly essence entering his body.

As for the side effects of “enchanting ghosts to obey,” Chen Xu had even less to fear.

Firstly, he was not a true ghost, and even if he were “enchanted,” he would merely obey himself—what was there to fear?

Indeed, once the soup entered his stomach, a subtle ghostly essence immediately trickled down his throat, spreading explosively.

Chen Xu felt very cold, this time genuinely cold.

Yet he did not employ his Innate Qi to resist, allowing himself to naturally tremble with chills.

The ghostly essence seeped through his body and surrounded the Puppet Mask, which the essence nourished, making its colors suddenly more vivid.

In the eyes of the Patrol Envoy, the effect of the soup was evident.

Seeing this little ghost merely drink a little, his ghostly body was immediately invigorated, demonstrating its benefits.

The Patrol Envoy, no longer holding back his emotions, laughed heartily.

He tilted his head, beckoning lightly with his hand, and the bamboo tube flew out of Chen Xu’s hand and landed smoothly into the ghostly palm of the other party.

The pale ghostly hand grasped the bamboo tube, and with a suction across the air,

“Shhhh!”

A strand of rich fragrant soup was ingested by the Patrol Envoy.

Then, this evil ghost’s mouth clamped shut, eyes widening, with an expression of dazed surprise.

The soup was exquisitely fragrant as it slid down the throat.

The aroma was one thing; more importantly, the taste that filled his mouth.

Whether salty fragrant or sweetly delightful, it was all just right, every bit exquisite and delicious—

It must be known that a ghost’s taste perception is generally far inferior to that of humans.

Mortal world delicacies, once a ghost, simply cannot be enjoyed, rendering the experience as dull as chewing wax—a taste not worth having.

Unless it comes from human incense offerings, but what taste can incense have?

Nothing more than providing a little ghost power, aiding in a ghost’s cultivation with a touch more ease.

But as for flavor, it is vague and elusive, cloud-like, water-like.

To tell a ghostly joke, it calls for: ’dull like a bird flew out!’

If one genuinely speaks of tastiness, it must be the hearts and livers of humans.

But even those live human hearts and livers pale in comparison to this soup.

The Patrol Envoy’s cheeks trembled, as he swallowed the soup he could hardly bear to open his mouth again, fearing he wouldn’t be able to resist devouring all the soup remaining in the bamboo tube.

He mustered the excitement of discovering a treasure, his eyes flicking over to Chen Xu, before turning to swing open the curtain into the bamboo house.

It appeared he might want to offer the remaining soup to the Ghost King!

Chen Xu had already prepared for the worst, planning his next move should the Patrol Envoy eat all the soup.

Now with a new opportunity, Chen Xu stood outside the bamboo house, rubbing his hands together to display his inner joy and anticipation.

The joy on his face was unconcealed, but in his heart, it was serene and clear, like ice and snow reflecting.

His Divine Thought continually circled around, sensing the Netherworld, recalling the state during his previous breakthrough, trying to merge with heaven and earth.

Even if the Ghost King consumed the Meat Ganoderma Bell soup, it did not mean complete control over him.

If it truly came to the moment of a showdown, he couldn’t simply turn and flee, could he?

From inside the bamboo house, there began to be a dim conversation, sounding as if from a very distant space, with two voices speaking.

The voices were so light and remote that if Chen Xu hadn’t had an acute perception, capturing every minuscule vibration in the air, he wouldn’t have been able to discern what the conversation was about.

“Great King, this item tastes excellent, you haven’t eaten for days, why not give it a try?”

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It was the Patrol Envoy finally speaking the first words of praise, earning Chen Xu a [430] likes!

This ghost was even weaker than Old Cypress Tree?

No, that wasn’t the case.

Chen Xu remembered that this ghost had suffered harm from Chen Xu’s tongue-tip blood in the city and had been pierced through the chest by Gongsun Jiuniang’s sword, now surely still in a weakened state due to unhealed injuries.

Then from the distant space, came a low, ghostly response: “Desires of the palate, I have long ceased to care much for it; you fancy it, then go eat it yourself.”

The Patrol Envoy responded anxiously: “But if you don’t eat, your ghostly body will grow weaker… Alas, it’s all my fault for being useless, unable to capture that scholar named Chen!”

“The Imperial Dynasty has existed for hundreds of years, and now literary fortune across the world is declining.

I, even if I devoured a few young paragons, wouldn’t be able to endure for many more years…”

“Great King, you cannot be like this.

Think of those who sank in the Broken Jade River ten years ago! They have completely dissipated, but you, you must not dissipate.”

“A decade of cultivation, consuming countless flesh and obsessions, and yet it is nothing much.

I still cannot leave Pufeng Mountain, cannot oppose my enemies.

Zigui, I too shall grow weary.”

“Then before becoming completely exhausted, break out.” The Patrol Envoy’s voice was ethereal: “Great King, hold on for a while longer, I will surely capture Chen Xu for you.

On the fifth day of the fifth month, the celestial Yang Qi is at its peak, and I am willing to sacrifice myself.”

The Ghost King did not respond.

The Patrol Envoy continued: “Great King, this soup is more delicious than a Blood Essence Pill, you may find relief in its taste. I’ll first test it for poison…”

A moment later, the Ghost King’s voice hesitantly echoed: “Indeed, it has some flavor, delicious. It tastes like the mortal world, something I haven’t enjoyed for ten years.

But Zigui, you’ve been tricked, this…cannot be eaten.”

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An information flash quickly passed.

Chen Xu, however, had no time to care; he quickly inferred what had happened inside.

Immediately, he shouted loudly: “Patrol Envoy, kill the Ghost King!”

As the sound rang out, a violent “bang” occurred from within the bamboo house.

A massive impact like a tidal wave of blood roared outwards, and the Patrol Envoy let out a piercing scream.

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