Chapter 673: Taste Problem

"What's wrong?" Tsing Yi was a little strange.

"Did you not add salt?"

She thought Tsing Yi blamed him for making too much noise just now, and deliberately didn't add salt to him, but his bowl was tasteless.

"Let it go."

"Let go?"

"Yeah, did you forget to put this bowl?" Tsing Yi thought about it carefully, and made sure that he had indeed put salt in it.

I thought the drunkard wanted to make trouble again, but seeing the drunkard didn't look like he was joking, Tsing Yi felt a little strange.

Did I really forget to let it go? Or put less?

Tsing Yi took a sip of the drunkard's noodle soup with a spoon, then pouted, with a helpless expression on his face: "Okay, stop making trouble, it's getting late, let's finish eating early and rest."

"..."

The drunkard froze.

I drank the soup again, but still felt tasteless.

He looked at Tsing Yi beside him, seeing that he didn't seem to be teasing him, the drunkard became more and more strange.

He picked up the bottle of milk on the table and looked at the introduction on the bottle.

Strawberry, sour.

The drunkard opened it and took a sip.

Feel it carefully with your taste buds.

It seems that it is indeed a bit sour, but it is very light, so light that it seems tasteless.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Tsing Yi saw that the alcoholic was acting strangely, so he asked a question in confusion.

"……No."

The drunkard raised his head and drank most of the milk.

"It's quite sour, don't drink too much, eat the noodles first." Tsing Yi said with a frown as the alcoholic drank the milk all at once.

"Oh……"

The drunkard put the milk bottle back on the table, bowed his head and ate the noodles.

The more you eat, the more unpalatable you feel.

He and Tsing Yi have known each other for six years, counting this, he has been eating for four years.

The taste has always been the same, neither heavy nor light, but the last few times I ate it, the taste has become weaker and weaker.

This time, it was tasteless.

Is there something wrong with his sense of taste?

The drunkard felt a little uneasy.

In that dark secret room, the man was sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed, trying hard to refine the corpse poison transferred from Jun Moyan's body.

In fact, he didn't know how to refine corpse poison. Nie Jiuque didn't have much dealings with the underworld back then, and ghosts always took a detour when they saw him.

To Nie Jiuque at that time, the corpse poison was at most a small poison that could not be put on the table. With his skill at that time, even if he was caught by a ghost and was poisoned by the corpse poison, he could casually give the poison to him. Forced out, naturally will not waste time to learn the solution to this poison.

He only saw the method of refining corpse poison in this ancient book, and hadn't tried it himself, but he didn't expect that it would actually come in handy right now.

In his current situation, he couldn't even beat an ordinary goblin, but fortunately, the corpse poison was successfully refined.

Seeing that the man withdrew his hand, Ye Yin, who was waiting anxiously, hurriedly asked, "Are you all right, Master?"

"……fine."

The man spoke, his voice still very weak.

"It's fine." Yeyin heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of her hanging heart.

The man rested for a while, and after regaining some strength, he spread his palms, and the purple crane appeared in his palms.

"Master, what is this?"

The aura on the purple crane...is similar to Madam's.

The man looked at the purple crane in his palm, his eyes were gentle, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and a smile spread from the corners of his mouth.

"Ying'er gave it to me."

The man spoke, his words were full of sweetness.

Ying'er didn't have this thing before, so speaking of it, it was actually Wen Xiaoai's.

But all the same.

"Madam gave it? Did Madam remember the master?" Seeing the tenderness on the man's face, Ye Yin thought it was Wen Xiaoai who remembered something.

"...No." The man's eyes dimmed instantly.