Twilight's Threshold Chapter 388: Within the Mineral Vein - Novel Cool

Chapter 388: Within the Mineral Vein

Chapter 388: Within the Mineral Vein

"Just a few chickens, and they got rid of that Golden Silkworm Curse?"

For a moment, Zhou Datong and the others found it hard to imagine what kind of ghostly situation this was. Even they, as Blood Xiu Guardians, couldn't withstand the Golden Silkworm Curse, yet a rooster devoured it in just a few bites.

At least I'm also a Blood Xiu Guardian, having cultivated a set of skills, yet I'm still no match for a chicken?

As for the other meat cutters and the rest, they found it even harder to believe. They had just felt that disaster was imminent, and many of them had started crying out of fear. They all felt that their work was truly not worth it, and even at the end, they hadn't slept with a woman.

But now, they discovered that so many capable people couldn't solve the problem, yet a few chickens did. It was like a dream.

"Hehe, the principle of mutual generation and restriction among all things is not without reason."

Facing the crowd's astonished gazes, Old Abacus also heaved a sigh of relief, with a hint of pride. He chuckled, "Especially in the art of sorcery, this principle is even more crucial. No matter how powerful that Golden Silkworm is, it's just a small bug in front of a rooster."

"Of course, I was also worried that one rooster wouldn't be enough, so I brought his whole family."

"Now it seems that my calculations were correct. After all, the Golden Silkworm is just a bug. The more powerful it is against humans, the weaker it becomes. In the eyes of the Red-Crested General, it's the most delicious."

"..."

As he spoke, he took a breath and shouted to the meat cutters nearby, "But this rooster saved your lives. From now on, treat it well and feed it properly. Don't end up stewing it..."

The meat cutters beside him nodded repeatedly, not daring to have any objections. They looked at the rooster with reverence in their eyes.

The rooster, however, didn't feel like it had done anything significant. After swallowing that fat worm, it felt invigorated and shook its feathers. Suddenly, it spotted a hen still dazed on the ground and began pecking at the feathers on her head, trying to mount her.

"So now..."

Assured that the harmful thing was truly gone, the meat cutters in the valley also heaved a sigh of relief. The oppressive atmosphere dissipated, and they began whispering to each other.

Meanwhile, Zhou Datong and the others anxiously turned their gazes toward the house. Hu Ma had just entered the house and hadn't come out yet. They could tell that the croaking sound they had just heard was from Hu Ma; they had heard it several times before.

It was Hu Ma who had helped suppress the Golden Silkworm Curse all this time, preventing any deaths in the valley.

But now that the curse had been lifted, why was there still no movement from Hu Ma inside the house? Could something have gone wrong?

Just as they were about to rush into the house to check, a commotion nearby caught their attention. They saw Old Abacus, who had been relaxed like everyone else, turn and look toward the shelter. He chuckled and said, "Wugong, my brother, it hasn't been easy..."

"Now that such a powerful Golden Silkworm Curse has been lifted, your curse should be complete, right?"

"..."

"Just one more step..."

It was only then that everyone turned their attention to Wugong, the clan leader, who was refining the curse in the shelter. Their trust in him had diminished compared to before.

He was the one who wanted to refine the curse in the valley, and he had promised to help deal with the elusive sorcerer outside. But after a few days, he hadn't provided any assistance. Instead, it was the outsider, Manager Hu, and the old man who had resolved several crises.

The crowd, who had initially been full of anticipation for the curse Wugong was refining, now harbored doubts.

At this moment, Wugong's face looked extremely defeated, as if he were bearing some immense pressure. He slowly took out an oil-soaked package and placed piece after piece of black meat into the venom basin. A faint sound of gnawing and chewing could be heard from within the basin.

The curse bugs inside seemed restless. He had added quite a few Dark Empyreans, but they hadn't calmed down. Finally, he slashed his palm and let his fresh blood drip into the basin.

Only then did the restless crawling sounds in the basin weaken slightly, but they were still faintly audible, causing unease to those who heard them.

He listened quietly and said softly, "Come out!"

Upon hearing his words, the pale-faced young sorcerer hurriedly walked over and began dismantling the wooden strips on top of the shelter.

When Wugong had entered the shelter earlier, he had done so with a hunched back. But now, he carefully held the venom basin and slowly stood up inside the shelter.

It wasn't until the young sorcerer had dismantled enough wooden strips to create a space for him to walk out upright that he slowly stepped out. His footsteps seemed a bit unsteady, his face was deathly pale, and his eyes flickered with ghostly flames.

"We can't be careless. Wu Song's Golden Silkworm Curse is so powerful; who knows what else hasn't been released yet?"

Holding the venom basin, he spoke in a low voice, "I need to refine my curse quickly. It's time to ask for your assistance in completing the final step."

"Eh?"

Old Abacus forced a smile and asked, "What is this final step you mentioned?"

"By opening a venomous altar for curse refinement in the Blood Meat Mine, I can borrow the mine's energy to nurture the curse. It's already been nurtured to eight-tenths completion, but there's one last place that's been sealed."

"Clan Leader Wu Gong lifted his head and gazed forward, his eyes locking onto the mine vein tightly bound with red cloth. He managed a weak smile and said, "How about opening up that mine vein and letting me complete the final step of my poison crafting?"

"What?"

Many in the surrounding area trembled upon hearing his words, and some even instinctively sidestepped, blocking the mine vein.

Ever since Clan Leader Wu Gong arrived at the mine, he hadn't mentioned this vein, nor had he inquired about it, seemingly unaware of its existence. But now, he seemed to have suddenly taken an interest.

Old Abacus swallowed hard, his expression turning somber. With great effort, he forced a smile and slowly said, "So, you, my old brother, had this planned from the start. You borrowed the mine for poison crafting, first taking the Red Lantern, and then using the Blood Feast to feed and nurture it."

"Your demands have become increasingly outrageous, and now you've set your sights on this mine vein... Or perhaps, this was your intention from the very beginning?"

"..."

As he spoke, everyone in the valley fell silent, feeling an inexplicable pressure weighing on their hearts. However, the chickens he had brought with him gradually came back to life and, under the rooster's urging, began flapping about.

The horse that Old Abacus had ridden back into the valley, after catching its breath with its tongue hanging out, quietly approached Clan Leader Wu Gong from behind without anyone noticing.

"Didn't you agree to lend me the Blood Feast Mine for poison crafting?"

During this, Clan Leader Wu Gong slowly walked forward, his expression sacred, cradling the Venom Basin. "If you don't agree now, aren't you afraid that Wu Song will send more poison bugs to kill everyone on this Blood Feast Mine?"

"Or do you think that bringing a few chickens is enough to defend against all the poison bugs?"

"..."

As he spoke, he glanced at the chickens running amok in the valley, his brows furrowing in annoyance. This continued until his eyes gradually turned cold.

"The principle of mutual generation and restriction among all things is indeed correct."

"But if the poison bugs are powerful enough, they can also suppress their natural enemies. Haven't there been many roosters poisoned to death by the bugs?"

"..."

His lips trembled slightly as he spoke, and he seemed to mutter something. Suddenly, from the Venom Basin he held, a loud bug cry erupted, harsh and grating like the scraping of rusted metal. The sound echoed throughout the entire valley.

It was as if the bug cry had resonated with the very air of the valley, creating a strange harmony that reverberated back and forth.

"Caw caw caw..."

The bug cry made everyone in the valley feel extremely uncomfortable. The chickens, already agitated, became even more restless, as if they were being targeted by an invisible predator. They frantically ran and bumped into things, as if trying to escape the valley.

Some even attempted to flap their wings and fly away, but their efforts were short-lived, and they soon fell back to the ground, their heads tilting to the side as they died.

It was as if an invisible grim reaper had swept through, killing them one by one with astonishing speed. Only the most spirited rooster remained, flapping its wings and crowing loudly, but its voice grew hoarse, completely drowned out by the bug cry.

Clan Leader Wu Gong's face gradually returned to normal, and as he held the Venom Basin, his expression turned slightly more cheerful. He quickened his pace, heading straight for the mine vein.

The bug cry from the Venom Basin grew louder and louder.

Those in the valley weren't oblivious to the situation and wanted to stop him, including the managers from the Meat Carvers and the two disciples of Chief Zhuang Erchang. But before they could move, the bug cry filled their ears, making them dizzy and nauseous.

The valley was filled with a murderous aura that seemed to merge with the Venom Basin in Clan Leader Wu Gong's hands. Any slight movement they made felt like drawing the attention of an unseen force, rendering their limbs unresponsive.

The entire valley, filled with people, seemed to be under a paralysis charm, only able to watch as he approached the mine vein.

"Bang!"

Just then, a black shadow suddenly charged forward, and it was the horse. It had approached silently, and with all its might, it reared its head and rammed into the Venom Basin held by Clan Leader Wu Gong.

Unfortunately, Wu Ya, who was standing close to Clan Leader Wu Gong, turned around and glanced at the horse. Just as the horse was charging, its hind legs cramped, and it collapsed to the ground.

On its rump, a bulge had formed, and within it, worms squirmed. This was the spot where Wu Ya had smiled and patted the horse when she first saw it.

Old Abacus watched, inwardly lamenting, "He came prepared..."

"Even the horse that could withstand the poison array was calculated... As soon as it arrived, he placed a poison bug on it..."

"Why hasn't the little shopkeeper, who told me everything earlier, made any move now?"

(End of Chapter)

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