The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?!-Chapter 1312 - 804: Xia Kai: I Can Brew Alcohol in a Toilet_2

Chapter 1312: Chapter 804: Xia Kai: I Can Brew Alcohol in a Toilet_2

Just when he thought the bamboo curtain would erupt in silence, the latter finally spoke.

"No, because even raising such a question shows you’re not completely stupid."

"Your wisdom is admirable."

Xia Kai said sincerely.

"Flattery is useless. Apology, I want the strictest apology!"

The bamboo curtain became irritable again.

"I really don’t know how to apologize strictly, please just tell me directly."

Xia Kai said with a wry smile.

"Idiot, even if you’re not from Bathhouse Street, don’t you even know about the kneeling gesture?"

The bamboo curtain said.

"Ah, I do know."

Xia Kai now understood.

Kneeling gesture, it’s just kneeling plus.

But understanding is one thing, he just couldn’t do it.

Xia Kai had only knelt twice in his life, once in front of his parents’ spirit tablets, once in front of his mentor’s spirit tablet.

Even when he entered Hell’s Game, facing so many monsters and demons that could crush him with one hand, he never knelt.

Because he always lay flat on the ground instead.

Now asking Xia Kai to kneel before a bamboo curtain, it’s a bit insulting, but more absurd. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Since you understand, hurry up and do it. My patience is limited."

The bamboo curtain urged.

"Can I apologize in another way? Like this?"

Xia Kai took out a Universal Small Money Bag and turned it into several bills.

He was unwilling to kneel, not only for his dignity but also because he suspected it might be a trap.

Many extraordinary abilities require a ritual to work, and kneeling is undoubtedly a very ritualistic behavior.

If Xia Kai remembers correctly, when samurais commit seppuku, they do a similar kneeling pose.

He didn’t want to kneel down and then get his head chopped off by the bamboo curtain.

"You’re a complete fool. I’m just a curtain; what would I need money for? To stick on as decoration?"

The curtain was almost infuriated into laughter.

"With money, maybe you can turn back into a human."

Xia Kai replied.

He didn’t know why this curtain had turned like this from a human form, but if it could turn one way, in theory, it could turn back.

"Hmm, what you say makes some sense."

The curtain seemed to ponder.

"Indeed it makes sense, but unfortunately, you aren’t going to have money."

A man’s voice came from inside the house.

After a series of footsteps, a large, thick hand lifted the curtain and hung it on the door frame’s nail.

The previously talkative bamboo curtain fell silent, just like a normal curtain.

"You almost caused me a big trouble, kid."

The man said.

His hand was still outside the door, while inside was a dimly lit space.

"Sorry, I was just worried it would give me trouble."

Xia Kai said.

"It’s just a door curtain. As long as you don’t come inside, what’s it going to do? But I’m different, you’d better leave quickly, otherwise, I wouldn’t mind coming out and crushing your skull."

The man’s voice was rough and sinister.

"I’m here to find someone, may I ask if you’re Uncle Jing Shang?"

Xia Kai asked.

"There’s only Jing Shang here, no Uncle Jing Shang. Who are you, and why are you looking for him?"

The man asked.

"I’m Little Chuan’s son; my father asked me to find Uncle Jing Shang to help me find a job."

Xia Kai replied.

"Little Chuan’s son?"

Hearing his words, the large hand retracted inside the door, and an extremely thin hand reached out.

"You look nothing like Little Chuan."

The man spoke again, sounding much weaker than before.

"My father says so too, but I’m definitely his son. At least that’s what my mother says."

Xia Kai said awkwardly.

"You’re making jokes. Interesting, your father never jokes, he’s as boring as a rock."

The man said.

"I actually think my father’s quite interesting, at least when he’s in a good mood."

He shrugged.

"Is that so? Maybe he changed after starting a family. Where’s the token?"

The man asked.

"He only gave me a letter."

Xia Kai pulled out the letter.

"Give it to me."

The man beckoned.

"Please understand, I need to confirm, are you Uncle Jing Shang?"

He asked cautiously.

"My relationship with your father isn’t that close, young man."

The man said coolly.

"But you’re the only one I can rely on right now."

Xia Kai said pitifully.

"If someone needs to rely on others, then they’re a burden. I don’t need a burden; if you want my help, you have to be useful. But all of this will wait until I verify your identity."

The man seemed to lose patience, and with a gentle flick of his chopstick-thick finger, the letter in Xia Kai’s hand flew into his hand without him even trying to stop it.

After all, it felt safer for the man to take it himself rather than Xia Kai handing it over.

"Sold yourself to the hospital? What a pathetic man. You should have stayed on Bathhouse Street, at least then you could’ve become someone else’s oxygen tank or humidifier or something."

The man continued speaking calmly.

Xia Kai didn’t know if "hospital" was used in a general or specific sense, but when the man uttered these words, Xia Kai felt a chill run through him, making his body instinctively twitch.

"Oh, your intuition is quite high, which is useful. Come in, or stay outside where I’ll pray to God for you and your father to reunite after death, if you even have souls left."

The man spoke and was about to lower the bamboo curtain.

"Please wait a moment."

Xia Kai gritted his teeth and hurriedly rushed inside before the bamboo curtain closed.

Inside, there was no one; it was just an empty room.

"You’re even more reckless than your father."

The man’s voice fell from above him.

Xia Kai looked up, and a pair of hands, one large, one thin, were floating in the air.

"But also smarter. Oh, too close, I can smell the minty scent of his brain. Give it to me, I can definitely brew the most refreshing shampoo."

The rough voice appeared again, and the thick fingers gestured above his head, as if mimicking the process of opening a skull.

"Be patient, Jing Shang. It’s been a long time since a newcomer arrived, don’t be wasteful."

The weak voice soothed.

The thin hand held onto one of the thick fingers and threw it aside.

"What? It’s Jing Shang."

Xia Kai exclaimed in shock.

"No, we are all Jing Shang, yet none of us are Jing Shang."

The weak voice answered.

"I don’t understand."

He clenched his fists, seemingly out of tension.

"You don’t need to understand. If you wish to stay, you can still leave now. If you want to stay, sit down by the fire pit."

"Again!"

The thin hand lifted the bamboo curtain once more, silencing its curses immediately.

Looking in the direction of its index finger, Xia Kai indeed saw a fire pit.

On the fire pit, there was a large copper kettle, and within the pit lay a stack of burnt-out firewood.

The top piece of firewood stood upright, with a wisp of equally straight smoke rising from the top.

"Alright."

He squeezed his fists again and obediently walked to the fire pit, sitting cross-legged beside it.

"A wise choice."

The thin hand lowered the bamboo curtain.

"Not completely stupid yet."

The bamboo curtain commented.

"Don’t interrupt, or I’ll hang you up all day."

The thin hand threatened.

The bamboo curtain fell silent.

"It takes a scoundrel to subdue a scoundrel."

Xia Kai secretly felt schadenfreude, relieving much of the tension and fear.

The two hands "walked" to face him, and after a brief pause, they suddenly lowered, as if mimicking a cross-legged sitting position.

"Alright, now there’s no one to disturb our conversation. Tell me, what can you do?"

The thin hand asked.

What could he do? That was a good question.

As someone who used to be a top achiever, Xia Kai knew quite a lot; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gained the mentor’s favor.

But having observed this world’s technological and cultural level initially, he figured most of what he knew wouldn’t be much use to Jing Shang.

What might be useful was probably what he learned in Hell’s Game.

For example.

"I can brew alcohol in the toilet using fruit and sugar."

Xia Kai said.