indianbanksassociation Chapter 168 A Bloodbath Caused by a Single Divine Pill! Old Wang: Sir, do you really want me dead?
Chapter 168 A Bloodbath Caused by a Single Divine Pill! Old Wang: Sir, do you really want me dead?
"Enough! Shut up, all of you!"
Lin Fan finally reached his breaking point.
A roar, mixed with a trace of the pressure of "Dao", instantly suppressed the entire [Tiangong Kaiwu Workshop].
The noisy courtyard fell silent in an instant.
Those "drama queens" who were trying their best to "play the victim" seemed to have been frozen in place.
They stood frozen in place, each one as silent as a cicada in winter, not daring to utter a single sound.
Lin Fan looked at the group of people in front of him.
Just a moment ago they were crying and wailing, but now they're as docile as a flock of quails.
He just felt a headache coming on.
He looked down at the small white jade porcelain bottle in his hand.
He's starting to regret it.
If I had known this stuff would have such a strong aftereffect, capable of driving these gods into a frenzy like they'd inhaled catnip.
He said he would never be able to refine it.
"They've all become quite successful, haven't they?"
Lin Fan crossed his arms, his gaze icy as he swept over the crowd.
"You've lost all sense of shame just to get a mouthful of food, haven't you?"
"Terminal illness? Backlash from the laws of nature? Growing pains?"
He scoffed.
Why don't you just say you have "work phobia"?
Lin Fan's tone was full of disdain.
He was internally ranting and raving.
These guys look like they're all tall and strong, with incredible strength, so why is their mental fortitude so poor?
It's just a cold medicine pill, is it really that big of a deal?
If they saw the rows and rows of "Cold Relief," "Quick Relief," and "Day and Night" in our Huaxia Pharmacy, wouldn't they rob the pharmacy on the spot?
No, this trend must not be allowed to continue!
If they pull this stunt every time he tries to make something new, how will he ever enjoy a peaceful retirement?
We must kill chickens and monkeys!
Lin Fan's gaze gradually turned dangerous.
He pointed at Ares, who had been screaming the loudest and acting the most convincingly, and sneered, "You, Ares, is that it? You said you've had a terminal illness for over two hundred years?"
Ares shuddered when his name was called.
My heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition washed over me.
But he still gritted his teeth and nodded.
He forced a pained expression onto his face again: "Yes...yes, sir. I...I'm terminally ill and won't live much longer..."
"Good! Very good!" Lin Fan nodded.
"Since you are so ill, ordinary medicine certainly won't be able to cure you."
He paused.
A smile appeared on his face that sent chills down Ares's spine.
"I've heard that there's an ancient Chinese therapy called 'fighting poison with poison'."
"I think your illness requires a stronger medication to treat it."
He pointed in the direction of the outhouse in the backyard.
"Starting today, in addition to cleaning the toilet, you'll have one more task every day."
"Every morning, scoop out a bowl of the most 'essential' part from the toilet bowl for me..."
Lin Fan hadn't finished speaking.
Ares's face had turned ashen.
He knelt down with a thud.
She grabbed Lin Fan's leg and cried a hundred times more miserably than before.
"Sir! I was wrong! I deserve to die! I... I'm not sick! I was faking it!"
"I'm strong and powerful; I can kill a bull with one punch! No! Ten bulls!"
"I...I just had a sweet tooth! I just wanted to taste the divine pills you personally refined! Please, please spare me! I'll never do it again!"
Seeing Ares weeping bitterly and frantically repenting.
In the courtyard, the other "employees" who had just been faking illness were all terrified, their faces turning deathly pale.
They had no doubt.
If I had been the one who was just called out.
Sir, they really will make them drink...that stuff!
That's...too ruthless!
This is a double torture, both mental and physical, that is even more cruel than killing them!
For a moment, everyone lowered their heads.
She dared not look Lin Fan in the eye again, fearing that she would be next.
Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction at the immediate results.
"Hmph, a bunch of fools who won't learn their lesson until they see the coffin."
He sneered inwardly.
To deal with these troublemakers, we have to use some extraordinary measures.
He cleared his throat and looked at the group of "employees" who had completely become obedient.
I've decided to give him a slap, then a sweet treat.
After all, they worked very hard.
We can't really dampen their enthusiasm.
"Alright, stop standing there like your fathers have died."
His tone softened somewhat.
"It's just a candy, is it really that big of a deal?"
He shook the white jade porcelain bottle in his hand, his face full of disdain.
"Listen up, everyone!"
"Consider this an early bonus for your 'new kitchen completion' celebration!"
"But this is a one-time exception! There will be no next time!"
"From now on, if you want anything, you'll have to exchange it for your 'performance'!"
"Only those who do a good job and make the greatest contributions are entitled to enjoy the benefits! Do you understand?!"
"Understood, sir!"
In the courtyard, a chorus of unified responses erupted instantly.
The voice, filled with the relief of surviving a disaster, was loud and resolute.
"Hmm, that's more like it."
Lin Fan uncorked the bottle, too lazy to count the capsules one by one.
He poured his divine sense into the bottle.
There were about twenty amber-colored pills in the bottle.
A thought suddenly occurred to him.
"Whoosh whoosh-!"
More than a dozen streaks of light shot out from the bottle opening.
Each streak of light seemed to have a life of its own, tracing graceful arcs through the air.
Then, it precisely fell into the hands of each of the "employees" present.
One Gold Saint for each Saint.
Those mercenary gardeners each received one grain.
Fang Qingxue and her three sisters each received one pill.
Even the three-headed hellhound that had been lying at the door pretending to be dead had a piece stuffed into its mouth.
Just one pill for each person, no more, no less.
Everyone held the supreme elixir, which emitted an alluring fragrance, in their hands.
Their faces were filled with ecstasy and excitement.
But this time, no one dared to make a fuss, and no one dared to lose their composure.
They simply looked at each other with the most devout and fervent gaze.
Looking at the man who seemed to be casually handing out candy.
"Alright, you've got them all, right?" Lin Fan shook the porcelain bottle in his hand, which was now mostly empty.
"Put them all away! Don't eat them now!"
"Save it, until you actually get some 'incurable disease' before you eat it!"
His intention was for them to keep it and eat it when they really caught a cold.
But to the ears of the crowd, it took on a different meaning, moving them to an unparalleled degree.
Sir... he's showing concern for us!
He is giving us a "talisman" that can save our lives in the most dangerous moments!
For a moment, everyone felt their eyes well up with tears.
Lin Fan didn't care what they were imagining.
He turned his gaze to Old Wang, who had stood aside the whole time and hadn't dared to participate in the "scramble."
Old Wang watched as all the "immortals" around him received a divine pill.
A hint of undisguised envy also appeared on his face.
But he was self-aware.
He knew he had already received an incredible opportunity today and dared not ask for more.
However, Lin Fan walked straight up to him.
He casually stuffed the white jade porcelain bottle, which still contained seven or eight pills, into Old Wang's hand.
"Here you go, Lao Wang."
Old Wang was instantly dumbfounded.
"Give...to me?"
"Yes, that's right," Lin Fan said matter-of-factly.
"This stuff was originally made based on 'cold medicine'."
"Those guys are all tougher than iron; they might not even catch a cold once in hundreds of years. Keeping them around is a waste."
"You're different." Lin Fan patted him on the shoulder.
"Although you seem quite capable now, you are still just an ordinary person at heart."
"The weather turned cold so suddenly. I'll keep a bottle at home just in case."
"Remember, just take one pill at a time. Don't take too many; all medicines have side effects, and taking too many can cause internal heat."
After saying that, Lin Fan ignored Old Wang's completely petrified expression.
He walked back to his rocking chair with his hands behind his back.
He prepared to continue enjoying his interrupted afternoon leisure.
Only Old Wang, holding a whole bottle of "Supreme Divine Pills," remained.
And a group of "god-like colleagues" who had just received "a single candy" and hadn't even had time to be happy before seeing others take away a whole box of "limited edition chocolates".
Their eyes all turned to Old Wang once again.
That look in his eyes was a hundred times more envious, jealous, and hateful than before!
Old Wang felt like he had just crawled back from the brink of death.
Now, it seems like they've been kicked back again.
He looked at the heavy "hot potato" in his hand.
Then he looked around at the faces of those "gods" whose expressions had become distorted and ferocious due to extreme jealousy.
Old Wang felt his legs starting to go weak again.
He wanted to cry.
gentlemen……
Do you...do you really want me to die?!