Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 977 - 239: Poisonous Chain Traps

Chapter 977: Chapter 239: Poisonous Chain Traps

All eyes turned to Master Puskas, and only in such significant matters did people remember that this old man was a knowledgeable Great Magician of Saint Chiao.

"Bloody Mary?" Liu Zhenhan licked his lips and sniffed, reminding him first of a cocktail mixed by Mr. Jabbar, the penguin butler, called "Bloody Mary," made from strong vodka, tomato juice, and salt grains, with a reddish liquid that tasted slightly salty and bloody, favored by successful people, and Liu Zhenhan liked it too.

All eyes focused on the funnel-shaped blood curtain above the small parrot’s body, where an indistinct blood curtain featured a clear and vivid parrot skeletal structure diagram, with the area supposedly containing the antidote recipe blank—meaning the "Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme" had only identified the toxin’s name and had not updated the antidote formula.

Ruona and Daisy clearly paused for a moment, then exchanged a wry look.

"This is a bit troublesome," the Great Magician of Saint Chiao pinched the bridge of his nose, took off his scruffy, pointed Mage hat, and kneaded it, continually smacking his lips.

"Trouble is no issue, as long as there is a solution," Yitiaobao, holding two plump Blood Infants, proudly said to the two Fairy Dragons and the Great Magician, "Master, aren’t you being overly cautious?"

"The older the rivers and lakes, the smaller the courage," laughed Master Puskas.

"Should we call Gude and Vieri back through the Steel Magic Circle?" Ning Yu quietly asked Liu Zhenhan.

"We’re not preparing to fight to the death, why call them back?" Liu Zhenhan rejected the suggestion without a second thought.

"Yitiaobao, don’t speak so absolutel," immediately, Elder Andulan admonished seriously, "You don’t understand what ’Bloody Mary’ is, do not butt in."

"If he knew what ’Bloody Mary’ was, I assure you he wouldn’t be acting so cocky now," Daisy said with a faint smile.

"Not necessarily?" Feeling his pride hurt, Yitiaobao retorted, neck stiffening, "I am a poison resistance expert, what poison could possibly scare me?"

"Alright, alright, don’t keep me in suspense; just tell me, what went wrong? What exactly is this ’Bloody Mary’ toxin? Why does it seem to trouble you all so much?" Liu Zhenhan was quite puzzled. What toxin in this world could trouble a Great Magician of Saint Chiao or bother three members of the Dragon Clan? According to Liu Zhenhan’s logic, the real deadly toxins should be pesticides like DDT or malathion, which would kill instantly if ingested. Since it was a chronic poison, it should not be considered a deadly one, nor should it be any trouble.

"No hurry, let’s check everyone first, then it’s not late to tell you," Master Puskas glanced at Liu Zhenhan and turned to look at Qian Qian, nodding his head.

Qian Qian, from the Hegemonic Singing Family, sensing the severity from the Great Magician’s expression, naturally did not dare to delay. The number of people in the entire inn bar was just too large; a single "Song of the Silk Road Water Rhyme" could not cover such an extensive area. This newly adapted battle song also consumed a considerable amount of singing power, so Moer and Helen equipped Qian Qian with their "Spirit Igniting Necklace" and "Storage Magic Ring" to provide a substantial backup of singing power.

The results were quite eye-opening; everyone was safe and sound, yet Yitiaobao, who had the strongest resistance to poison, was already infected with "Bloody Mary." The test results laid before them, undeniable.

"Hehe..." Liu Zhenhan burst into a sinister laugh.

"Quite interesting!" laughed Yitiaobao, far from scared despite being diagnosed with the strange toxin "Bloody Mary." Given his exceptional resistance to poison, toxins were synonymous with delicacies to him.

The Great Magician, Master Puskas, also laughed, thinking these two fools had nerves big enough.

"Is it time to unveil the mystery now, Master?" Ning Yu asked Master Puskas teasingly.

"Yitiaobao has already become someone else’s slave," the Great Magician astonishingly declared.

"A slave?" Liu Zhenhan rolled his eyes wildly.

"Yes, a slave," the voice of Saint Chiao’s Mage, Puskas, was as decisive as if he were chewing a large broad bean: "A compliant slave!"

"Besides me, who else has the guts to claim such a thing?" Liu Zhenhan scoffed coldly.

"The war god, Kampas, also has the guts, because he is the boss’s boss," Yitiaobao said with a sly smile.

"Aside from what you’ve mentioned, ’Bloody Mary’ has the guts too," Master Puskas grinned at Liu Zhenhan and Yitiaobao, "I regret to inform you both that once ’Bloody Mary’ is absorbed by the body, it causes immense addiction; when symptoms rise, the agony is worse than death, only by reintroducing ’Bloody Mary’ into the body can that immense pain be suppressed."

"Damn! It’s this stuff!" Liu Zhenhan suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore, taken aback and shuddering violently.