Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 326 - 161: Zhang Yi’s Death Curse

May 24th.

Exactly 5:00 AM.

Half an hour before the morning bell rang, Fan Wubing returned from the fifth floor to his residence on the second floor. He glanced at Zhao Qi’s room; it was tightly closed with no sign of life. Ever since she had been reprimanded by Third Sister, she had been behaving.

However, Fan Wubing hoped she was genuinely behaving.

Just as he was about to enter his room to rest, Tian Ba approached from the side.

"Master Ba, is something the matter?" Fan Wubing asked.

The head hanging at hip level twisted a bit, and a pair of small, round eyes darted around as Tian Ba spoke in a hoarse voice, "Wu Jiu, the boss is looking for you."

"The boss?"

Fan Wubing found it strange; it’s been over two months since he entered the Abyssal Prison, and this was a first.

"Does Master Ba know what it’s about?" he asked.

Tian Ba shook his head, "No idea, maybe to commend your work. After all, you’ve only been here for over two months and you’ve already taken on the task of vent clearing."

"Well, okay. Now?"

"Yes. Now."

"Thank you, Master Ba."

Fan Wubing lit three sticks of Soul-Guiding Incense and headed for the fourth floor.

He had just left when Zhao Qi came out of her room, smiling as she asked Tian Ba, "Master Ba, care for a round?"

Tian Ba shook his head, "Never mind."

Zhao Qi didn’t say much, twisting her hips as she moved, lighting her Soul-Guiding Incense and setting off.

Tian Ba asked, "Where are you going?"

"Oh, has Master Ba started to care about me?" Zhao Qi chuckled lightly, full of charm and allure.

With that, she disappeared into the gray fog.

Tian Ba squinted his eyes, thinking, "The boss generally doesn’t seek people out; even if there’s something, it’s communicated through Luo the Second, Qin San, or Chen Si. The fact that he used me this time, what does it mean? Wu Jiu... Wu Jiu... Moreover, it’s a quarter past 5:00 AM, three quarters of an hour before the morning bell, it’s not a suitable time to seek someone unless the intent is to make Wu Jiu stay overnight. Zhao Qi also left right afterwards..."

His eyes ceaselessly turned, his mind conjuring up various speculations.

Finally, he considered a possibility, "Zhao Qi previously failed to forcibly take Wu Jiu and was reprimanded by Qin San, she surely harbors resentment. She’s the kind who lives off such matters, unable to be with someone she desires is a great torture for her, could it be... she’s hoping the boss will help her get Wu Jiu?"

At this thought, he felt inexplicably agitated inside.

To be honest, if his suspicions were correct, it would imply that the boss is willing to assist Zhao Qi in acquiring Wu Jiu; such were the boss’s wishes... As a prison guard, Tian Ba knew full well that within this Abyssal Prison, the boss was the sole king, one could disregard the Emperor, but the boss must be heeded.

He didn’t want to go against the boss’s wishes.

But, Wu Jiu had left a good impression on him. During the time spent with Wu Jiu, he felt his mood lift considerably. Wu Jiu also took on the vent clearing task that no one else was willing to handle... it was both reasonable and emotional not to wish harm upon Wu Jiu.

Tian Ba was deeply conflicted, "Why is Wu Jiu unwilling? It’s not a big deal, she’s just seeking something, not harming anyone, but... oh!"

He gritted his teeth tightly, and after lighting the Soul-Guiding Incense, he quickly headed towards the first floor.

Soon, he reached Qin San’s residence.

"Is Third Sister in?"

Recently, Third Sister had been in high spirits for simple reasons: her obnoxious younger brother would often come to her, play music for her, chat with her. Most importantly, he would cook for her.

Third Sister had a liking for such things for many years, but in prison, she hadn’t tasted a warm bite in 300 years.

Looking at the pastries her brother brought, they were delightful.

Strikingly, those pastries were actually celestial delicacies, both highly effective and extremely delicious. They were even able to somewhat suppress her "Blood Melting Syndrome," which halted the generation of flesh, forcing her body to produce it.

Third Sister had thought she would drag her bony body throughout her life, but suddenly seeing hope, she naturally was extremely joyful.

"What’s happening, Master Ba?"

"There’s something I don’t know whether to say or not."

"Oh, Master Ba, at this age, no need to be shy like a young girl, speak up, what’s going on?"

Tian Ba looked around.

Third Sister immediately understood, waved her hand, and set a ban on the airwaves.

Then, Tian Ba quickly recounted what had just happened, along with his suspicions. After finishing, he looked at Third Sister, finding her face, previously as white as snow, now as dark as storm clouds.

"Thank you, Master Ba!"

Third Sister said few words, didn’t even light the Soul-Guiding Incense, and plunged into the murky mist.

Tian Ba’s heart couldn’t help but tremble. He didn’t quite understand why Qin San cared so much about Wu Jiu, especially when it seemed like she didn’t care at all about the boss.

...

Fan Wubing knocked on Zhang Yi’s door.

"Come in," came the slightly sharp voice from inside.

He pushed the door open and went inside.

Upon entering, a distinct, strong smell of decaying corpses, fermented sweat, and potent body odor greeted him. Looking toward the source of the smell, there was Zhang Yi, fat as a little mountain, with belly fat covering his legs, and the fat on his butt spread out behind him, serving as a cushion, while two lumps of chest fat hung down like colossal lanterns, and his neck... he had none, for above his shoulders lay layers upon layers of thick fat, obscuring his facial features.

"Boss, you were looking for me."

Zhang Yi spoke with much effort, taking heavy breaths, "Are you still getting used to life in the Abyssal Prison?"

"Very well adjusted."

Zhang Yi chuckled, "They all fret about the vent clearing task, who would have thought you took it on? Well done, well done indeed."