I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

Chapter 107: Jungling is still the most fun! I got Ebola!

[May trigger disturbing associations; proceed with caution while eating]

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"Wings of the Black Sun?"

Ivan stared at the line of text for a moment.

"Is this a proper trait name? People who don't know better might think I dropped some loot."

The thought flashed through my mind: now is not the time to study the panel.

We can't let the living potion that's already at our lips get away!

After tucking the revolver back into his waistband, Ivan crouched down and plunged headfirst into the pipe through which the monster had escaped.

The pipe is less than a meter in diameter, and ordinary people can only crawl forward, which is extremely difficult.

But Ivan is no ordinary person!

His 11.6 physique, coupled with repeatedly enhanced body flexibility, allows his torso to contract, twist, and conform to the curvature of the tube wall like a snake.

He uses his limbs to exert force alternately, and his hands and feet are able to move forward steadily through strong grip.

He was like a giant lizard, precisely tracking the scent left by his prey.

In the demon hunter's field of vision, a yellowish-green aura of the extraordinary floated in the air.

That's the color of copper plague!

The further you climb, the more intense the yellowish-green color becomes.

The copper plague had already begun to take effect within the monster through that shattered bullet.

Ivan sped up.

Along the way, we passed a depression in a pipe joint, where two mice were huddled in the corner, trembling.

With a swift movement of his left hand, Ivan caught the two mice in his palm before they could even squeak.

The coppery fingernails pierced the rat's skin, and warm blood flowed into his mouth through the gaps between his fingers.

Grab it in one go and suck it dry in an instant!

Keep going!

After winding its way up for about twenty meters, the pipe widened slightly at a bend.

Evan saw the potion; the mutated potion was curled up in a dead corner of the pipe, its eight tentacles drooping limply.

Its core surface was now covered with red, swollen bumps, and its entire body was twitching continuously.

The person—no, the monster—had lost its previous twisted and vibrant state.

The copper-plated bullets contained a concentrated cluster of rabies and plague viruses.

Ivan specifically chose these two.

He considered that he might be eating it soon, and if it had been contaminated with syphilis or gonorrhea, leaving it covered in cauliflower and pustules, it would greatly affect his appetite.

Given his current mental state, if he were really pushed to that point, he wouldn't have any psychological burden in taking the bite.

But we haven't been forced to that point yet!

Ivan reached out and grabbed the monster, examining it closely.

The writhing muscle tissue, the proliferating lymph nodes, and the dried-up, cracked mucous membrane on the surface—just looking at them was enough to make one feel nauseous.

"#!" He quickly turned his face away.

"It's better not to watch it at all; the more you watch, the more disgusting it becomes."

Finally, his gaze fell on the mark at the core of the aberration.

A black sun.

"Is this the Black Sun?"

Ivan licked his lips, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Let me have a taste.

He brought the lump to his mouth and took a deep breath.

"It's just lymph node tissue, I've had it before, let's eat it!"

Then Evan opened his mouth and shoved it in.

In that instant, my mouth was filled with an indescribable nauseating taste, even ten times more disgusting than the black mud of the Nyoghada retinue.

The texture was like chewing on a rotten sponge soaked in pus and sewage; every bite squeezed out all sorts of sewage and pus.

vomit!

My stomach suddenly spasmed, and acid rushed straight to my throat.

The body's survival instinct desperately tried to stop Evan from swallowing it.

But Evan gritted his teeth, jerked his neck back, and swallowed the lump of stuff along with the churning stomach acid.

"Damn it!" Evan exclaimed, leaning against the pipe, tears streaming down his face.

"How can it be even worse than the food of Nyugda's family?"

The copper plague has engulfed E. coli. The plague cluster has been strengthened.

The copper plague has engulfed Clostridium tetani. The plague cluster has been strengthened.

The copper plague has engulfed anthrax spores. The plague cluster has been strengthened.

[The copper plague has engulfed Vibrio cholerae. The plague cluster has been strengthened.] ————

"Wow, the sewers outside the city are amazing! There are so many viruses I've never seen before!" Evan's eyes lit up.

[You have consumed the mutated form of the Black Sun Potion. Effect: Permanent.]

[Effect: Increases your body's flexibility. Permanently increases your Constitution by 0.001.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 70 hours.]

"Seventy hours." Ivan immediately compared it with the previous data.

"It's ten hours longer than a ghoul's claw made of pure poison. It seems the effects of this failed potion have completely transformed into toxicity, making it even harder to digest than a simple monster organ."

Having dealt with the mutated potion, Evan was about to climb back up the pipe.

His demon-hunting vision and ears simultaneously detected the anomaly.

Deep in the shadows, something was moving in one of the pipe's branches.

Unlike a mouse, it not only made the sound of flapping its wings, but also emitted subtle, extraordinary fluctuations.

"What is it?"

Ivan's pupils contracted, and with a flick of his right hand, his secondary brain sprang out from his palm.

One person, one brain, one on the left and one on the right, sprinting forward simultaneously from two branching channels.

Ivan's body moved at high speed through the narrow pipe in a manner that was not human.

The limbs gripped the tube wall alternately, and the torso twisted like a lizard, utilizing the curvature and friction of the tube wall with each exertion.

He doesn't even need to slow down when turning.

The whole person ran smoothly to one side, using the curvature of the pipe to continue accelerating forward directly from the side of the pipe.

There's a drainage ditch ahead, and Evan has to climb the wall to get around the bend.

Just then, a small black figure came into Ivan's view.

bat!

Its fur was jet black, its wingspan was about a foot, and its eyes gleamed with a red light belonging to a bloodthirsty species.

"A bat!? That's a rare sight!" Evan's eyes lit up.

His body jolted violently, and he was lifted into the air inside the pipe, his mouth agape like a crocodile emerging from the water.

The next second, his teeth closed.

Before the bat could even scream, it was bitten all over.

The copper-plated teeth cut through the skin and bones, and warm blood instantly poured into the mouth.

The copper plague has devoured the Ebola virus. The plague cluster has been refined.

The copper plague has devoured the Marburg virus. The plague clusters have been refined.

The copper plague has devoured Legionella pneumophila. The plague cluster has been refined.

"What a boost! I got Ebola! Wait, am I not in North America? How did I get this African bat?"

[You consumed the bat messenger. Effects: 5 hours.]

[During the duration of the medicine's effects, your constitution increases by 0.3.]

Does this reverse the side effects?

"Reversal".

[Reversal progress: 3 hours.]

"Three hours?" Evan chewed up the remaining bone fragments in his mouth and swallowed them, frowning.

"It takes an hour less than the Blood Potion, and it contains extraordinary ingredients!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his body begin to heat up, a warm current rising from his stomach and spreading throughout his body along his blood vessels.

I looked down at the status bar.

A familiar buff appeared.

[Preparing Blood Wine: Blood wine is nourishing your body.]

"Is this bat a messenger of the Bloodthirsty race?"

Evan smacked his lips, savoring the rich, mellow taste of blood, so different from that of ordinary animals, that lingered in his mouth.

At the same time, feedback came from the mental link on the secondary brain: success!

In another pipe were two similar bats, each pierced by the spike of the middle finger of the subbrain.

Ivan climbed down the pipe and took the two dead bat carcasses from the deputy brain.

He glanced at it and then laughed out loud.

"Perfect! We can't find anyone to take the blame for."

He had ingested the mutated potion himself, so he had to give Gray an explanation.

He stuffed the two bats into the inside pocket of his coat, then turned and quickly crawled down the pipe toward the exit.

The light grew brighter, and the grayish-white sunlight shone in from outside.

Just as Evan was about to climb out of the pipe, a series of gunshots rang out from outside.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

"They've started fighting?"

Evan accelerated out of the pipe and landed on his feet.

The scene before him allowed him to instantly assess the situation.

Gray is fighting with two people.

They were two men, in their thirties, dressed in ordinary dark autumn clothes, and of average appearance.

The one on the left is holding an ancient flintlock musket, its body a combination of black iron and brass, with densely packed tiny runes engraved on the barrel, and a dark green gem set in the hammer.

Each shot emitted a cloud of dark purple mist from the muzzle.

The one on the right is holding a crossbow. The crossbow arm is made of the bones of some kind of creature, with an ivory-white sheen and withered tendons remaining at the joints.

The crossbow string is a thin silver wire, as thin as a hair, and it emits a sharp screech every time it is cocked.

The two men, positioned on the left and right, formed a crossfire and were attacking Gray from both sides.

On Gray's side, he demonstrated the skillful tactics of an expert mage.

His body was flashing continuously, each flash accompanied by a burst of orange-red flame, which was quite cool.

Each time the firelight illuminates the scene, his body appears in a different location, spaced three to five meters apart, in a completely random direction.

Teleportation! Short-distance, high-frequency spatial jumps.

At the same time, his lips moved slightly, and a high-frequency whistling sound, almost inaudible to the human ear, rang out.

That whistle was for the plants!

Ivan saw that all the vegetation within a ten-meter radius of the two people had come back to life.

The withered bushes stretched out their dry branches, reaching out to the two attackers like the fingers of a skeleton.

Wild grass on the ground tangled around their ankles, and withered vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around their calves.

The two attackers' firing rhythm was constantly disrupted by the plants, and every time they aimed, a branch suddenly stretched out and deflected their aim.

This is precisely why they were unable to hit the constantly flashing figure.

Then Gray revealed his third card.

Several fist-sized fireballs appeared out of thin air beside him and shot out instantly.

The two dodged immediately, their movements were indeed quite fast.

But the fireball grazed their shoulders and crashed into the ground behind them, exploding into a shower of sparks.

But just as they regained their footing and prepared to turn around and counterattack, they realized something at the same time.

The withered branches, weeds, and vines that were wrapped around them were ignited by the embers of the fireball.

The flames spread rapidly along the dry plant fibers, scorching patches of black on their clothes and skin.

The two cursed at the same time.

In that instant, Gray unleashed his killing move.

A flash of light appeared, and his body appeared behind the man holding the flintlock pistol.

In his left hand was a short dagger, the blade only four inches long, but the angle of that stab was so precise it looked like he had practiced it thousands of times.

The knife tip pierced through the middle of the back of the neck, penetrating the medulla oblongata and reaching the cranial cavity!

The right gun barrel is pressed against the same spot.

boom!

My head is spinning.

Red, white, and gray splattered together, staining half of Gray's trench coat.

A single, fatal blow! The skill was chilling.

The young man with the bone crossbow opposite him saw his companion fall to the ground instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.

Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, and a thick, green gas gushed out from deep within his throat.

The aura spread extremely quickly, and the pungent, corrosive smell instantly covered the area.

Gray used Flash to retreat, creating a ten-meter distance between himself and the enemy.

He stood outside the safe zone, staring at the young man.

The young man's body is undergoing changes.

At this moment, his entire body began to soften rapidly, eventually turning into a grayish-green viscous liquid.

Then, this mud-like liquid seeped into the soil and disappeared.

"Damn it!" Gray cursed under his breath, but didn't give chase.

Taking down one of them in a two-on-one situation is already considered a win.

That thing can spray poison and liquefy itself to escape; chasing it is too risky.

With only a few dollars a month in salary, there's no need to risk your life.

At this moment, Gray's attention was more focused on the red and white splattered on his trench coat.

He frowned and hurriedly grabbed a handkerchief to wipe the stain, but when he realized it wouldn't come off, he sighed, "My wife's going to nag me again today!"

With a sigh, Gray turned around and saw Evan, covered in dust and cobwebs, crawling out of the sewage pipe.

Gray twirled the unlit cigar in his mouth twice, then strode over and asked.

"Hey bro! How did you manage to climb in all that way? Are you alright? Are you not poisoned?"

Ivan dusted himself off and waved with a smile.

"It's okay, I have a strong drug resistance."

He looked at the headless corpse on the ground in the distance and asked curiously.

"Brother Gray, who were those two just now?"

Gray shook his head and moved the cigar from the left corner of his mouth to the right.

"I don't know. The sudden attack on me seems to be aimed at this mutated potion."

He glanced at the headless corpse, stroked his chin, and analyzed.

"What secrets could a runaway potion hold that would make them send two people to steal it?"

He turned his gaze to Ivan and asked, "How's the situation inside?"

Ivan took a dead bat out of his coat pocket and handed it over.

"I found it. It was taken away during the chase, but I caught it while the other person was escaping."

Gray cautiously took a pair of white leather gloves from his pocket, put them on, and then carefully took the bat.

He turned the bat over and carefully examined the texture of its wings and the color of its eyes before speaking.

"The messenger of the bloodthirsty race."

"Mass-produced familiars created by combining their blood with that of wild bats."

Evan leaned closer curiously and asked, "Can they see things directly through bats? Remotely share their vision?"

Gray laughed out loud, his gold tooth gleaming in the sunlight.

"How is that possible? These cheap, mass-produced items can only perform basic alerts and tracking; they fly back when they sense something is wrong, and that's all."

He put the bat into an evidence bag he carried with him and sealed it.

"If this kind of thing could remotely share the field of vision, then the capitalists' money birds would probably be laughed at to death."

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