Chapter 178 Run

"Hahaha, Mr. John is really knowledgeable. Let's drink. This old man wishes you a big sale of books!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Leeson is still strong and healthy. Come on, let's drink. This glass of wine is for you to stay younger and younger!"

The ill-intentioned townspeople and the ill-intentioned strangers clinked glasses in the hearty and hypocritical laughter, and drank a bottle of whiskey with special ingredients. The whiskey was soon finished.

Old Leeson was panting heavily, his wrinkled face was red, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

His turbid gray eyes were also covered with bloodshot and began to blur, and everything in his vision began to sway.

He watched the stranger in front of him drink the wine in the glass again, tipped the bottle and slapped the bottom of the bottle but couldn't squeeze out any more wine, then shook his head regretfully, and said with a smile as if he was still unsatisfied: "Hey, how come you're almost done? What a pity, I haven't had enough yet."

"Mr. Leeson, you shouldn't have had enough either, right? Do you have any more in your wine cellar?"

The stranger looked at him with an eager look.

Old Leeson's facial muscles almost couldn't help twitching. Although he had accumulated a certain amount of drug resistance from his past experiences and had taken a drug to neutralize the toxin beforehand, perhaps because he was old and weak, and the alcohol accelerated the evaporation of the toxin, his stomach and intestines couldn't help but spasm like cramps at this moment.

A stinging pain like a knife scraping, an axe chopping, a sword stabbing, churning in his stomach, he felt as if he had swallowed not whiskey, but thorny caltrops. After these sharp metals with barbs fell into his stomach, they began to roll around, and those sharp barbs scraped his stomach, leaving open scars.

His heart was still surging with excitement, and it helped the blood circulate at a high speed, allowing the poison to penetrate further.

Old Leeson even had some kind of illusion, as if these imaginary caltrops were constantly absorbing his vitality, and then rapidly and explosively growing and expanding, and had already exploded to be larger than a fist, not only cutting his stomach, but even the sharp barbs extended into the body cavity, cutting his belly from the inside out, and his remaining weak vitality seemed to flow along this illusory belly wound.

He felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and the pain was nothing, and the cold and dark weakness came towards him like a tide.

In a trance, Old Leeson's consciousness seemed to have returned to the past years - he returned to the sudden storm, he shivered and curled up on the small highland like an isolated island again, enduring the violent rain like hail, enduring the bone-piercing cold seeping through his wet clothes - he looked at the huge waves that were about to hit him, as if he had seen his death coming.

However, this time he turned his head and looked around, but he could no longer see Mr. Michaelis who came to rescue him, and some indescribable despair also drowned him with the ice rain.

But at this time, Old Leeson still maintained the last bit of reason, he still remembered his deep hatred and blood hatred, he knew that all this was just an illusion caused by alcohol and poison... But why did these poisons have no effect on that damned outsider? ! ! !

Could it be that this guy named John is strong enough to be immune to toxins? !

But I have tried it in the past, even the evil secret believers who claim to be second-level cannot be completely immune to the effects of this potion. They will also let out a shrill wail in the pain of being pierced through their intestines and stomachs, and cast invisible and colorless evil spells towards the surroundings in despair and madness. Then we will stay away, raise our rifles and pull the triggers, and end the crazy lives of these damned cultists with lead bullets! ! !

Old Lison was determined to die together today. He did not expect that the powder mixed in whiskey could poison the stranger in front of him. He only needed to wait for the moment when the stranger was in great pain and lost his balance and could not cast evil spells, and then decisively took out the pistol in his arms and injected all the bullets into the stranger's forehead - even if the stranger still had the strength to fight back and kill himself before dying, it would be worth it to exchange his decaying life for the life of a cultist!

At that time, I would be able to meet my wife Jonah without regrets... But why was this stranger not affected by the poison at all? !

No, I can't die here yet, I must continue to live! I must watch with my own eyes as the villagers wipe out all the outsiders this time! ! !

So Old Leeson raised his head to the gray and gloomy sky, opened his mouth wide and let the cold icy rain pour into his mouth, then resolutely put his hand into his mouth, desperately bent his fingers to dig his throat, and a strong feeling of nausea and vomiting suddenly rushed up with acid and wine.

"Hua ou ou ou——"

He vomited out the contents of his stomach with a wow, vomiting so hard and so happily, the undigested residue splashed onto the fireplace in front of him like a spring, the flames first extinguished slightly and then surged under the influence of alcohol.

Sebastian was just sitting there obediently as a listener, but he saw Grandpa Leeson suddenly shaking his head like he was drunk, and then he suddenly started to dig his throat, spraying a large pool of vomit into the fire. The firewood pile gave off an extremely sour and disgusting stench, which immediately filled the entire hall, and even he couldn't help but frown.

But the boy's upbringing still prompted him to step forward and help the old man who was kneeling on the ground and groaning uncomfortably after vomiting, "Grandpa Leeson, are you okay?!"

"Cough cough cough--Ugh, cough cough cough!" Although the pain in his stomach was relieved after vomiting, the old Leeson felt more and more dizzy, as if the alcohol was rushing to his head with the momentum of gastric juice.

He felt his consciousness getting heavier and heavier, but his eyelids were still light, he could open his eyes easily, and even his heart was swelled and pulsated abnormally, which was why his heart was still surging, and his heart was so excited that it seemed to burst out of his chest. This increasingly high heart rate was beyond the limit that this aging body could bear.

Old Leeson felt his heart palpitating painfully, moving uncontrollably like a whipped livestock. The heartbeat was so intense that it felt like a foreign object was stuffed into his chest, and his lungs seemed to be squeezed out of space, making him unable to breathe, and his vision began to blacken.

This was definitely not an abnormality caused by alcohol and poison! ! !

This thought suddenly arose in Old Leeson's heart. He looked up at the stranger who seemed to be concerned and greeting him. His rich experience made it difficult to see through the other party's disguise, but there seemed to be a voice telling him that this palpitation and pain came from the stranger in front of him! ! !

Indescribable fear arose in his heart. His face was twisted and he was holding his heart, but he could not stand up. He could only fall helplessly under the support of Sebastian.

Old Lison looked at Sebastian in fear. His lips trembled. He tried his best to make his vocal cords vibrate and scream, but he could not say a complete word.

"Ru..."