Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 81 National Treasures Reign Supreme (16)

Over the next few days, under Si Yiyang's guidance, Shen Yun enthusiastically experienced the local customs and unique performances of Thailand, especially the fact that she was almost dragged up to be a performer.

She'll probably never forget that.

One afternoon, Si Yiyang received a phone call, his brows furrowed, and he went out with a cold expression.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Yun took out the small, scalding hot fruit from his pocket, then casually poured water out of a glass and put the fruit back in.

"Twenty points, one alchemy furnace."

Knowing that the dog would take advantage of the situation, Shen Yun set a price in advance.

2345 surprisingly didn't object, but hesitated and dawdled, appearing reluctant.

The alchemy furnace was indeed the most ordinary and inconspicuous one, and it looked somewhat similar to a chamber pot.

Although it's dusty and gray, at least it still works.

Wash all the fruits in the glass clean, and then sadly crush a Spirit-Guiding Pill and place it on top. The black powder was gradually absorbed, and the green fruits immediately turned grayish and became extremely inconspicuous.

Place the small fruits one by one into the alchemy furnace, then lightly tap with your fingertip, and with a "whoosh," a small light blue flame appears.

With a heavy heart, he took out the fruit knife he had prepared beforehand and slashed his wrist hard.

Blood dripped slowly from the open wound into the small alchemy furnace.

"It tastes a bit like roasted green peppers." Shen Yun sniffed and couldn't help but inhale.

To think of food even when you're losing too much blood is truly a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Time passed slowly, and the side effects of blood loss gradually began. She shook her head, then drew a cross on her arm with her fingernail. The pain brought clarity.

His lips were pale, and there were small beads of sweat on his forehead, which slid down his cheeks and into his clothes.

Strangely, whether it was the taste of her blood or the taste of the little fruit itself, Shen Yun felt that her cooking was more like cooking.

The blood gradually seeped into the fruit, and the glaring red color gradually spread.

Suddenly, she felt an itch on her scalp. She instinctively touched it, and Shen Yun froze. She touched the other side in disbelief, and it was covered in furry skin.

This feeling was so damn familiar. He picked up the mirror beside him with one hand, while the other hand remained on top of the alchemy furnace, working diligently.

"What to do?"

There's really no way around it.

After a while, seeing that she had used up enough blood, she tore the bath towel into strips and tied them around her wrists. Several thin, long wounds on her fair wrists actually made her look even more beautiful.

Looking at her hands with a sense of melancholy, she suddenly realized that unpleasant things in life usually come one after another. Helpless, she could only pick up her leather gloves and then directly knead the medicinal mud in the furnace. The worst part was that she would probably not encounter anyone like her again for several years, who had to knead pills directly by hand to refine elixirs.

The process was heartbreaking, but the ending was beautiful. Finally, she looked at the huge pills on the table with relief and nodded.

It is about half the size of a baby's fist.

It wasn't that she was foolish enough to roll the pill so big; it was because only the combined effects of all the fruits could produce its full effect. And these days, having an alchemy furnace was extremely rare. If she let the dog automatically concentrate the pill, it would probably go crazy. It wasn't until two hours later that everything was finally settled.

She endured the pain in her wrist, walked to the mirror, and touched the little black ears on her head.

He wondered to himself how likely it was that if she were caught looking like this, she would be treated like royalty.

Then she found a hooded sweatshirt, thought for a while, and then applied makeup to her bare face.

Even if they were discovered, they would probably just think it was cosplay.

The person who called Si Yiyang was Si Hao, who said he had discovered something terrible that was related to Si Qi.

He specifically found a safe, secluded place to video chat with Sihao.

"Speak, what is it?" Although Si Hao is not a very serious person, he wouldn't be so bored as to lie to him. The fact that he went to the trouble of contacting him means that this matter is very serious.

As expected, Si Hao on the other end of the video call had a grim expression, and upon closer inspection, his cheeks even twitched strangely. "Luo Yuan, give the Lu family a video."

The Lu family and the Si family were similar before, but later, the Lu family turned to politics, while the Si family focused on the military.

There might not be any real conflict between the two families, but it's practically impossible for them to be truly loving and affectionate.

On some issues, the two sides are bound to have disagreements, so in the long run, they can only maintain a superficial peace.

"What video?" Si Yiyang immediately thought it might be related to Si Qi, and the only place Luo Yuan could film was in the laboratory.

My heart leaps into my throat whenever I think about what she's been doing in the lab.

Si Hao was actually quite skeptical. He was a staunch materialist, and to him, such superstitions and demons were utter nonsense. "I only overheard it from outside. I haven't seen the specifics myself. I only heard that Si Qi used her own blood to feed the plants in your lab. That's all I know."

Like a bolt from the blue, Si Yiyang's face instantly turned icy, and even in the video, Si Hao couldn't help but shiver.

"Could it be true?" Seeing his reaction, Si Hao couldn't help but ask in surprise.

He didn't believe in ghosts and demons, but if they really existed, that was another matter. He thought about it again and realized that if they really existed, things would get really out of hand, and even the Si family might not be able to protect her.

“Of course not.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were deep, as if he could see the sky through the deep sea. “Don’t you know what kind of person Luo Yuan is? She only panicked because she felt that Si Qi was blocking her way to becoming the young mistress of the Si family. That video might just be something she had someone fabricate.”

Si Hao nodded in agreement, "I told you this was all nonsense, but these people actually believed it."

"What do they mean?"

Si Hao glanced at him cautiously before speaking, "I only heard them say they were going to send Si Qi somewhere?"

Hearing this, his eyes grew even colder. Where could he send her? It would just be to those places anyway.

No, they can't even touch Siqi, let alone those places.

Si Yiyang couldn't imagine what would happen if Si Qi's true identity were discovered.

He cannot allow that possibility to arise, not even in the slightest.

(End of this chapter)