I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 543 - 33: Pseudo-human: I Won’t Jump Into the Forging Furnace, I Won’t Jump!
The modern Fish Wine City has been completely rebuilt.
The blacksmiths’ buildings, the smithy, the Hairpin Lady Tower, the medical center... these facilities have basically been reset.
Enchanter area.
The blacksmith apprentices who acquired new Spiritual Roots collectively came to open Three Flowers and summon Pseudo-human beings.
Of course, there was also a group of blacksmiths who came to join the fun:
"I’ll join them to open Three Flowers."
"Give me a Spirit Grass."
"I’ll open Three Flowers with the Pseudo-human."
As the person in charge of the Enchanter area, Su Yuniang watched with delight, taking out a pile of Spiritual Roots, "You’re in luck, a new batch of seaweed just arrived! Haven’t checked what kind of Divine Techniques these Spiritual Roots have."
A blacksmith picked up a pile of seaweed.
Su Yuniang immediately pitched, "Yes, yes, this seaweed hasn’t been planted yet! Want to try it, see your luck, might have great Divine Techniques!"
The blacksmith evidently wasn’t fooled, sneered coldly:
"No, this green seaweed definitely doesn’t suit my style with its verdant waves."
He chose a purple one, "This purple seaweed seems just right for me."
A group began selecting Spiritual Roots, accompanying the opening of Three Flowers.
The scene was extremely lively for a moment.
Soon, hundreds of people lined up, holding their breath in the plaza.
Of course, those two hundred newbie blacksmiths who had just logged on a few days ago were among them; although they had studied in advance.
But opening Three Flowers for the first time, their estimated death rate wasn’t low.
Whoosh!
Strands of aura burgeon on everyone’s body, they kept reciting the lines.
"Plant Spiritual Roots for liberation, break free from the head cage to return to freedom!"
"The head is the shackle of will."
"Rationality is the prison of souls, madness brings innate freedom!!"
"Flowers bloom three-fold, I know who I am!"
"Who am I? I finally know I’m a Pseudo-human, hahaha! Hahaha!!"
...
With the crowd shouting, many managed to open the Three Flowers.
Some fell down, convulsing, clearly dying from a failed attempt to open the Three Flowers.
Others succeeded in opening the Three Flowers.
A few blacksmiths stiffened momentarily, returned to calm, evidently already possessed by Pseudo-humans, and mixed back among the blacksmiths.
"Folks, among us, certain Pseudo-humans have blended in." Su Yuniang stood up, solemnly said.
The people in the plaza were eager, excited beyond compare, "It begins, the hunt for Pseudo-humans has officially started!"
Among the crowd, Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun also fell silent for a moment.
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun never imagined, after possessing Shao Chaikun, he was facing such a hellish beginning.
He hadn’t had time to absorb the bizarre memories of the blacksmith, he pretended to be a normal blacksmith instead, excitedly exclaimed, "I, Shao Chaikun, will definitely be the first to catch a Pseudo-human!"
After speaking, he couldn’t help but secretly curse in his heart, what nonsense.
He read the memories again, the various fragmented memories of these terrifying creatures shocked him for a hundred years.
Cooking with gasoline, earth cuisine, such wicked chefs, would they really come to no harm?
Could it be, we’ve encountered the real* Pseudo-human.
He hadn’t had time to think more, when he saw the host Su Yuniang, holding a large conch as a speaker:
"Great, the first Werewolf Murder... no, Pseudo-human Murder, officially begins."
"Ten people at a table, each speaks, votes out."
At this moment, Su Yuniang immediately announced the rules.
Soon, Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun was arranged to join one of the ten-person tables, each speaking, then raising hands to vote a "Pseudo-human" out.
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun saw this with a complicated expression.
Food God wore a strange smile, bursting into mimic laughter, "Hahaha, don’t be so tense, the traits of Pseudo-humans are obvious, stiff faces, anomalous smiles."
Pseudo-human looked at the opponent, fell into a silent thought:
The words, not sure if they’re referring to you guys?
He inexplicably felt a bit panicked, these creatures, their laughter was too anthropomorphic, more so than Pseudo-humans...
The Pseudo-human Murder begins.
A group of blacksmith apprentices were deeply engrossed in this game, taking turns speaking, voting on who the Pseudo-human was.
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun was quite lucky, repeatedly voted for others, and got them ousted.
And those voted out, sent to the smithy.
Though Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun was cautious, he was voted out after a few rounds nonetheless.
He was forced to be sent to the smithy.
"The smithy, shouldn’t be a big deal, after all, most sent to the smithy are real people, we have few companions..."
"They surely wouldn’t kill their companions for no reason."
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun continually comforted himself.
But upon arriving at the Forging Furnace, he realized how naive, how immature he was.
Just seeing the massive five-meter Forging Furnace in the smithy, flames blazing, emitting scorching heat waves.
And a group of blacksmith apprentices in line, chatting.
"Pfft, I was voted out first."
"It’s fine, Pseudo-human Murder is just an appetizer, an entertainment project, the main attraction is right here in the smithy."
"Exactly, today’s main event is forging."
"Indeed, these Pseudo-humans are simply our saviors."
"The joy of opening Three Flowers is for us, the pain of jumping into the Forging Furnace is for them."
"How can there be such perfect things in this world."
Plop!
A blacksmith apprentice jumped into the Forging Furnace.
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun watched, as the blazing flames consumed the Forging Furnace.
DuangDuang - muscular men smithing...
And a group of maniacs lining up to dive into the Forging Furnace for swimming...
...
Pseudo-humans fell completely silent at that moment.
Who am I, where am I, I seem to have possessed something extraordinary.
Quickly, it was Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun’s turn.
"Shao Chaikun, it’s your turn."
"Why don’t you jump?"
"We all do it this way, won’t you jump?"
...
A group of people looked at Shao Chaikun, slowly revealing sinister, stiff expressions.
Whoosh!
The focus of the entire smithy queue fell on him.
Expressions grew increasingly eerie, smiles increasingly cryptic, giving an unfamiliar feeling, truly unfamiliar.
"Turns out, you are the Pseudo-human."
"Not jumping into the Forging Furnace, it’s not your style."
"No wonder you’re out of tune with us normal folks."
...
Ah!!!
Pseudo-human Shao Chaikun’s sense of luck completely vanished, he couldn’t believe his eyes, uncontrollable fear made him scream sharply.
He was completely weak-kneed.
This place is too terrifying, I want to go home.
His fear was penetrating his marrow.
Just like a million years ago, when the tribe’s Human Ancestor first encountered Pseudo-humans.
Young Human King, that kind of fear for Pseudo-humans deeply branded into blood, with successive generations deepening the impression, becoming an instinctive reverence deep within the soul.
At this moment.
Fear... will reverse Celestial Gang.
For certain "true Pseudo-humans" the reverence will pass down from this moment, from "Pseudo-human" instincts.
A whole new horror story is being passed into the distant future.
"On that day, the Pseudo-human discovered truly terrifying things."
"He... has arrived, mingled among our Pseudo-humans."
