Chapter 178 Run

"Hahaha, Mr. John is really knowledgeable. Come and have a toast. With this glass of wine, old man, I wish you a great sale of your books!"

"Mr. Harrelson is also going strong and strong. Come and have a drink. This glass of wine is for you to live younger and stay younger!"

The malicious townspeople and the strangers with ulterior motives exchanged glasses with each other amidst the hearty and hypocritical laughter, and drank heavily, and the specially-added whiskey soon ran out.

Old Lisen kept breathing heavily, his old face covered with wrinkles and grooves was red, and fine drops of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The pair of cloudy and gray eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes and began to blur, and everything in the field of vision began to sway unsteadily.

He looked at the foreigner in front of him and drank the wine in the glass again. He poured the bottle and tapped the bottom of the bottle, but no more drops of wine could be squeezed out. Then he shook his head regretfully and said with a smile that seemed to be unfinished: "Hey, why? Finished it soon? It’s a pity, I haven’t finished it yet.”

"Mr. Leeson, you probably haven't had enough fun, right? Do you have any other stocks in your wine cellar?"

After finishing speaking, the foreigner looked at him with eager eyes.

Old Leeson's facial muscles were almost beating uncontrollably. Although he had accumulated a certain resistance to drugs in his past experiences and had taken medicine to neutralize toxins beforehand, he might have been old and frail, and Due to the accelerated evaporation of poison under the influence of alcohol, his stomach and intestines could not help but break out in cramp-like spasms at this moment.

A stinging sensation like a knife scraping an ax and stabbing a sword surged through his stomach. He felt as if what he had swallowed was not whiskey, but barbed iron caltrops. These sharp metals with barbed hooks fell into his stomach. After that, he began to roll around, and those sharp hooks scratched his stomach, leaving open scars.

His heart was still beating excitedly, which 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 thorns were constantly sucking his life force, and then rapidly and explosively grew and expanded, and had swelled to a size larger than his fist, not only splitting his stomach. Even the sharp barbs extended into the body cavity, slicing the belly open from the inside out, and the remaining weak vitality of his body seemed to leak along this illusory belly wound.

He felt himself getting weaker and weaker, and the pain was nothing. The cold and dark weakness hit him like a tide.

In a daze, Old Leeson's consciousness seemed to have returned to the past years - he returned to the sudden storm, and he huddled tremblingly on that small island-like highland again, enduring the violent hail-like rain. , enduring the bone-breaking cold seeping through his soaked clothes - he looked at the huge waves that were about to hit him, as if he had seen his own death approaching.

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

But at this time, Old Leeson still maintained the last trace of sanity. He still remembered his deep hatred and blood hatred. He knew that all this was just an illusion produced by him under the influence of alcohol and poison... But why did these poisons Doesn't work on that damn foreigner at all? ! ! !

Is this guy named John strong enough to be immune to toxins? !

But I have tried in the past, and even evil esoteric cultists who claim to be the second level cannot be completely immune to the effects of this potion. We will inevitably let out shrill wails in the pain of piercing the intestines and stomach, desperately and crazily casting invisible and colorless magic towards the surroundings, and then we will stay far away, raise the spear and pull the trigger, Use lead bullets to end the crazy life of these damn cultists! ! !

Old Leeson was originally determined to die together today. He did not expect that the powder mixed in the whiskey would poison the stranger in front of him. He only had to wait for him to suffer severe pain from the poison and become unbalanced and unable to perform evil spells. At that moment, he decisively took out the short gun in his arms and poured all the bullets into the opponent's head - even if the foreigner still had the energy to fight back and kill himself before dying, how could he exchange it with his decaying life? A cultist's life is worth it too!

At that time, I would be able to meet my wife Qiao Na without any regrets... But why was this foreigner not affected by the toxin at all? !

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

So Old Leeson raised his head in the face of the gray and gloomy sky, opened his big mouth and let the cold icy rain pour into his mouth, then resolutely put his hand into his mouth, bent his fingers desperately to dig his throat, feeling strong nausea The feeling of nausea suddenly surged up along with acidic water and wine.

"Ugh, vomit, vomit—"

He vomited out the contents of his stomach in one fell swoop. The vomiting was so forceful and smooth that the undigested residue splashed like spring water onto the fireplace in front of him. The flame first extinguished slightly and then surged under the influence of alcohol. .

Sebastian was just sitting next to him obediently as a listener, but when he saw Grandpa Leeson suddenly shaking his head as if he was drunk, he suddenly started to pick his throat and spurted out a large pool of vomit. The things fell into the fire, and an unusually sour and nauseating odor rose from the firewood, immediately filling the entire hall, and even he couldn't help but frown.

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

"Cough cough cough - vomit, cough cough cough!" Although Old Lisen felt that the pain in his stomach had eased a little after vomiting, his head was getting more and more dizzy, as if he was also drinking alcohol. The gastric juices surged upward.

He felt that his consciousness was getting heavier and heavier, but his eyelids were still very light. He could easily open his eyes, and even his heart was swelling and beating abnormally. This was why his heartbeat was still surging, and his heart was so excited that it seemed like It burst out of the chest, and the increasingly high heart rate exceeded the limit that this aging body could bear.

Old Leeson felt his heart throbbing painfully, moving uncontrollably like an animal driven by a whip. The heartbeat was so intense that it felt as if a foreign object had been stuffed into his chest, and his lungs seemed to be The backlog of space left him breathless, and his vision began to darken in waves.

This is definitely not an abnormality induced by alcohol and poison! ! !

This idea suddenly arose in Old Lisen's heart. He looked up in horror at the foreigner who seemed to be greeting him with concern. Even with his rich experience, it was difficult to see through the other person's disguise, but there seemed to be a voice in the dark telling him - this The pain of heart palpitations comes from this foreigner in front of me! ! !

Indescribable fear arose in his heart. His face was twisted and he was clutching his heart, but it was difficult for him to stand up and could only fall weakly under Sebastian's support.

Old Leeson looked at Sebastian in fear, his lips were trembling, and he tried his best to make his vocal cords vibrate and roar, but he could not utter a complete word at all.

"Ru..."