Master of Ten Thousand Foxes

Should I pour the retrieved potion into the soup?

If I get it wrong, and someone else drinks the retrieved potion, will it cause fatalities?

Will she then be guilty of poisoning?

While torn, she saw the lady boss add a spoonful of aromatic vinegar, two spoons of fragrant oil, and three spoons of chili to the spicy soup.

That’s it!

No mistake!

This is the recipe Song Xiangshuai likes!

As the lady boss bent down to pick up the takeaway box lid, Huang Sitong took out a small bottle of potion. Under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak, she stealthily reached out her hand, aimed at the spicy soup, and poured in the retrieved potion.

This silver potion is very dense, and when it dripped onto the surface of the spicy soup, made a "drip" sound that startled Huang Sitong to tremble! But precisely because the potion was dense enough, by the time Huang Sitong withdrew her hand and the lady boss stood up, the potion had already penetrated the surface oil chili of the spicy soup, passed through the sauce-colored soup, and through the tofu skin, meat slices, daylily, and vermicelli, sinking to the bottom of this bowl of spicy soup.

The lady boss noticed nothing amiss, closed the box lid with a "click-clack."

Huang Sitong breathed a sigh of relief, feeling her pounding heart, and quietly slipped away, heading back to the entrance of the alley where her electric scooter was parked.

The lady boss, swift in her actions, packed the bag and called to a young worker, "Deliver this meal to Boss Song at the bread factory."

The first step in retrieving Harlan Zhongli, drugging Song Xiangshuai, was completed!

...

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo frowned.

"What’s all this?

"Just drugging Song Xiangshuai can retrieve Harlan Zhongli?"

With that, he switched his focus back to the bread factory.

He watched as an electric scooter drove into the fog-shrouded bread factory, headed straight for the back of the factory area, and under the watchful eyes in the darkness, skillfully knocked on a door, delivering the meal into the hands of a sleepy Song Xiangshuai.

Song Xiangshuai took the meal and returned to the brightly lit room, muscle memory kicked in as he opened the packaging, pinched a piece of crispy scallion pancake with his fingers, and ate it.

Crunch...

Chewing the scallion pancake, he grinned, his drowsiness halved.

Then he opened the fast-food box lid, glanced at the spicy soup filled with oil chili, and first sniffed the aroma.

"Hmm? Right flavor!

"The scent of vinegar, fragrant oil, chili aroma! And the spiciness of this spicy soup!

"Ah! Hot! Comfortable! Refreshing! Hahaha!"

He was already awakened by the hot aroma, his drowsiness completely gone.

"The first sip is always the most flavorful!

"By daylight when I eat this pancake and drink this soup, it won’t taste the same."

He directly lifted the spicy soup, and under unknown gazed eyes, brought his mouth to the edge of the fast-food box, and took a big gulp of the enhanced soup!

...

In the Bronze Hall, Bai Mo watched this scene.

He has already investigated; the potion Huang Sitong added has hallucinogenic properties and can awaken memories. The effects are simple, and the components are not complicated. But the potion was mixed with a strange myriad of fragments, several fragments from unknown sources.

"So, the main components causing the retrieval of Harlan Zhongli are those fragments?

"Are those fragments that made Song Xiangshuai cry from eating?"

...

In the urban village, in a small inn.

In the pitch-black room, Black Stone Bone lay on the bed, eyes unfocused.

His vision was on Song Xiangshuai’s side!

"This... what’s happening?

"This bowl of spicy soup can make someone cry from its flavor?

"Or is there a situation?"

With a thought, he bounced up from the bed, immediately pulled open the window, and jumped out!

Mid-air, his mouth and nose spewed a cloud of black insects, encasing him, enveloping him, like a gust of wind, carrying him out of the alley, soaring high, heading to the outskirts of the bread factory!

...

Dusk of dense clouds in dreamland.

Within the hall, Medicine Monkey Ancient Immortal paused the lecture, raising a hand to silence Wang E who was about to speak.

His eyes also unfocused, through dreamland, through some inconspicuous disciple, he saw into the current world.

"Why did he cry?

"Has the retrieval begun?"

...

Ruins wrapped in twilight.

A frail Ancient Immortal sat on a broken wall, eyes unfocused.

"Remote retrieval?

"Miscalculated, didn’t see the Holy Land Heir!

"What must be done to capture that heir?"

...

A great river surged by, coming from dusk, roaring away, into the twilight!

By the river on a Bronze Chair, a haggard Ancient Immortal, eyes glaring!

"The medicinal herbs must be in hand!

"The heir must be caught!

"Everything of the Holy Land’s legacy must be mine!"

...

Immortal Technique Committee, in a quiet surveillance room, only the hum of a computer fan.

Three people curled on camp beds, sleeping soundly.

Two people guarded the computers, watching monitor feeds from different angles.

Suddenly, one frowns.

"Hey? Why did Song Xiangshuai cry while eating breakfast?

"Should this be reported?"

Beside him, the deputy head of image reconnaissance also frowned.

"This... could he... have gone too long without eating, was suddenly moved to tears? Or shed tears while yawning as he ate?"

Undecided, they nevertheless pulled out their phones and sent a message to the project group’s chat.

[@All Members, Song Xiangshuai cried while eating breakfast, suspecting a situation]

As soon as the message was sent, Su Yaoyao’s message popped up.

[@All Members]

[Proceed according to the original plan]

[Traffic control begins]

[Ambulances deployed, ready at any moment]

[Group three, retreat]

In the night, the brightly lit Committee building, a window where white mist rose, in the mist, Peacock Red Treasure spread its wings and flew out!