Food gives me an entry, I will be invincible if I stay alive

Chapter 158 Ancient Inkstone Mystery, Food Entry?
The Tingtao Pavilion is surrounded by a winding stream.

Cui Yunqi, sitting at the head of the table, looked at Wei Song with disdain, but then his gaze fell on Chen Xu. He quickly raised his cup and smiled, offering a distant toast to Chen Xu.

At that moment, the noise at the table gradually subsided.

All eyes were fixed on Wei Song, and they saw the smoke from his mouth blowing onto the inkstone.

Under the blazing sun, the landscape patterns on the inkstone seemed to emerge from the smoke, transforming into a vast expanse of light and shadow.

Not far away, in a roadside shed, people stood on tiptoe to look out, exclaiming in surprise: "What a huge shadow! Could it be that the mountains and rivers of heaven have come to earth?"

"Could it be that this person is about to unlock the secrets within this ancient inkstone?"

"Heavens, could there really be a celestial mountain emerging?"

As the magnificent light and shadow were about to descend from nothingness to earth, just as the onlookers had predicted, some people near the Listening Waves Pavilion began to stir, even considering leaving their seats.

After all, with such a huge shadow falling, who knows what danger it might pose?
Just as the illusory landscape rapidly expanded to a radius of twenty or thirty feet, a soft "click" was suddenly heard.

With a whoosh, the phantom in the sky shattered like glass, dispersing into clouds and smoke.

With a gust of wind, the clouds and smoke vanished without a trace.

Everything was so quiet and still, as if the light and shadow from before had never existed.

After a moment of silence, a series of uncontrollable sighs filled the room.

"Ugh……"

"That's it? What happened?"

"It was just a smokescreen, what a pity!"

Looking at the inkstone in Wei Song's hand, it was clearly still the same as before, so where was the magic?
Sighs filled the room, and even though no one was mocking him, Wei Song felt as if his face had been peeled off by countless sharp arrows.

My whole body was burning with a stinging pain.

He even felt a metallic taste rising in his throat.

This is a sign of blood flowing upwards against its natural flow.

Wei Song could only grit his teeth and keep quiet, not daring to reveal his unusual state. He was terrified that someone would discover his secret and he would lose all face.

How could they then ever again walk with their heads held high among the Yunjiang family?
At the head of the table, Cui Yunqi withdrew his gaze and gave a reserved smile.

He was certain that Wei Song could not succeed because he knew perfectly well that this inkstone did not belong to Mr. Shuyun.
It clearly originated from Prefect Ding!

But where did Prefect Ding's inkstone come from?

Ah, it was a gift from the Cui family—

Oh no.

It should be said that his father, Cui Heng, lost a bet with Prefect Ding and paid the bet to Prefect Ding.

Cui Yunqi truly had no idea how to solve the mystery surrounding this ancient inkstone.

But Cui Yunqi knew perfectly well how to solve it.

Wei Song is nothing but a clown. He can't wait to show off, but little does he know... the Wei family is doomed.

Cui Yunqi made no attempt to hide his likes and dislikes; he was always a person who clearly distinguished between them.

The inkstone was then placed back into the tray and flowed down the winding stream.

This time, it wasn't some scholar or literati who picked up the inkstone, but rather a gaunt, timid-looking middle-aged man.

The man was wearing a faded, worn-out silk robe, and his left ear was conspicuously missing.

His appearance was actually quite striking; he was so down on his luck that he stood out from the crowd.

But perhaps because his aura was so understated, no one had noticed anything unusual about him when he sat down by the winding stream.

Only when he retrieved the inkstone from the winding stream did pairs of eyes turn to him in astonishment.

"Hiss, where did this person come from?" Wang Xin whispered. "I have a bad feeling about this."

Zhou Zhuo frowned, his expression slightly grave, and said, "Something unusual must be going on. Look..."

The man picked up the inkstone, suddenly raised it high, then stood up and knelt down in front of everyone with a thud.

Whoosh— The crowd gathered under the shed nearby was astonished.

Along the winding stream, everyone participating in the literary gathering was either surprised or astonished.

Behind Ding Qian, A Chang shouted angrily, "Who is this madman who dares to disrupt the literary gathering?"

The man below, holding an inkstone, suddenly burst into tears: "I am Liu Xi, the owner of the Cuiqing Dyehouse in Guangde County. I have a great injustice to be done and have nowhere to appeal. I beg all the talented people here in Guangde to listen to my words."

Please save me! I'm truly desperate, sob sob sob..."

He cried pitifully, holding the inkstone high in his hands, his body trembling, his eyes filled with madness and despair, clearly on the verge of collapse.

It was as if he would smash the inkstone in his hand at the slightest disagreement.

Who is being threatened?

Although this inkstone is quite peculiar, it wouldn't necessarily break if it were dropped normally.

But who in the room would dare to say something like, "Go ahead and throw it"?

You always have to see the host's reaction first.

At the head of the table, Prefect Ding Qian remained unmoved. Just as A Chang was about to strike in anger, Wei Song at the foot of the table exclaimed in alarm, "Be careful! Don't move!"

These words only made Liu Xi more agitated.

His body swayed and recoiled again, his back hunched, but his neck was held high as he hissed:
"I'm at my wit's end. You are all prominent figures in Yunjiang Prefecture. If none of you will help me, I might as well just smash my head against this ground and die, sob sob sob..."

Wei Song sighed immediately: "When did we say we were unwilling to help you? You say you have been wronged, then tell us your grievances properly."

This made sense, and many people present immediately nodded in agreement.

The prefect Ding Qian, sitting at the head of the table, smiled slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the wine cup in front of him.

Ah Chang then withdrew his attack and quickly bent down to pour Ding Qian another cup of wine.

Holding up the inkstone, Liu Xi said excitedly in a trembling voice, "Yes, yes, I want to say it! I, I was originally the owner of the Cuiqing Dyehouse in Guangde County. Although I could not be considered rich, I had some wealth and could make a living."

I have no children of my own, so five years ago I took pity on a ten-year-old boy from among the refugees and adopted him as my godson.

I named him Liu Ji, hoping to pass on the family business to him. I treated him with utmost sincerity and love.

Unexpectedly, last autumn, I suddenly fell seriously ill, and he revealed his true colors.

At that time, he stayed by my bedside day and night, pretending to be a filial son, but as I lay in bed, my body grew heavier and heavier, and my eyes slowly became unable to open.

I'm getting sicker and sicker. I can't speak or move, but I can hear!
I overheard him discussing with my wife that he would give me ten more days to live, so that he could fully inherit my dyehouse, and then announce my death and bury me.

I can't believe it! My illness wasn't an illness at all, but rather a result of his poisoning!
I, and the two people closest to me, have betrayed me like this.

Ten days later, I indeed closed my eyes completely and lost consciousness.

I thought I was going to die, but to my surprise, while I was in the coffin, I vaguely regained some consciousness.

I'm in my coffin, and I can hear them hypocritically mourning me, but I can't get a response from heaven or earth.

In the end, all he could do was lie in a coffin and be buried alive by them!
Do you know, do you know, the pain of being buried alive?

Liu Xi roared in pain, but no one answered at the Listening Waves Pavilion.

The people and others gathered in the sheds beside the mountain road were all speechless.

It wasn't that the people didn't want to respond; it was just that Liu Xi's story was so tragic that they were speechless for a moment.

After Liu Xi roared, tears streamed down his face.

Unbeknownst to him, the inkstone he held aloft now seemed to shimmer and shimmer in the sunlight.

As they approached the mountain path, a young man, engrossed in listening, couldn't help but step forward and loudly inquire, "And then what happened? You were buried alive, so how did you end up in Yunjiang Prefecture?"

"You escaped alive, so why didn't you report it to the local authorities?"

Liu Xi's body trembled, as if he had thought of something extremely terrifying. His tone suddenly changed, and he said in a low, eerie voice:
"That's because after I came out of the coffin, I was no longer myself..."

He turned his face, the ancient inkstone in his hand facing the sunlight, as if wisps of smoke were pouring down.

At that moment, Chen Xu noticed that a food-related term had suddenly appeared on his face!
(End of this chapter)