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2338 I Choose to Bite the Dust

Song Shuhang made up his mind that after the gambling game ended, he’d get a trophy customized and present it to Senior Ma.

Apart from thinking that Senior Ma was an amazing actor, Song Shuhang had nothing more to say.

“Why did Three-Eyed forfeit? There’s no way he wouldn’t be tempted by the treasures in the gamble… Wait, I get it now. You bribed him!” The fat ball faded gradually. It was already out of the game and could only struggle to utter its last few sentences.

It had figured it out.

In this wager, Three-Eyed had put forth three magical treasure designs, Song Shuhang had contributed information about the existence of the bitten part of the ball, and the fat ball had staked its bet on the seed of spatial authority condensed from a month’s worth of spatial energy and the whereabouts of the Scholarly Sage’s magical treasure, the Scholarly Canon.

However, none of these treasures seemed to entice the three-eyed youth.

The seed of spatial authority, the saint’s magical treasure, and the lost existence of the ball all appeared to be useless to the three-eyed individual.

Only Senior White’s wager, the Supreme Talisman, had the power to entice Three-Eyed.

Therefore, if Big Horse White possessed more than one rune, it would be a straightforward task to bribe Three-Eyed.

“You’re even more cunning than I thought, Bai Youyou,” the chubby ball reluctantly admitted.

As he spoke, the chubby ball’s figure slowly vanished.

But it wasn’t giving up.

Even though it had lost the bet, Song Shuhang was still in play.

As soon as he exited this space, it would make a comeback and take Song Shuhang down after wringing the information out of him.

The big black horse maintained its posture of standing on its hind legs and shrugged its front hooves.

The big white horse turned towards the meteorite where Song Shuhang was hiding and spoke in a deep voice, “Come out, Tyrannical Song. I know you’re hiding there. I can smell you.”

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

“Come out, my ass! I’m currently sealed in this box by your very hooves. How do you expect me to come out?”

The black horse’s front hooves landed, and then it moved gracefully to the side of the meteorite. It retrieved the box and opened it.

Song Shuhang had been compressed into a ball. He rapidly expanded like a balloon and returned to his original form.

Senior Three-Eyed had already forfeited, and the chubby ball had already tapped out. Now, only Song Shuhang and the horses remained in the game.

“Go on,” Song Shuhang said.

He wanted to ask the horse whether he should voluntarily forfeit to end the wager. He couldn’t beat the horses, and with only them left in the game, it didn’t really matter who won.

“Pu~” Suddenly, the white horse coughed up a mouthful of blood and its towering body slumped onto Song Shuhang.

Song Shuhang was confused.

What was happening? What had gone wrong?

“Shuhang, I can’t take it anymore,” Senior White Horse said in a weak voice. “During the battle with the chubby ball just now, I was stabbed with a poisoned blade. The poison isn’t light, and now, my body feels like it’s on fire, in excruciating pain. I believe I might be nearing the end.”

Song Shuhang was left speechless.

“Even though I’m only at the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm, I can still sense the vast vitality and vigor in your body.” he thought.

“Kill me. End my suffering and claim the ultimate victory. My life is drawing to a close, and you shall ascend the throne, crowned as king, upon my bones!” Senior White Horse exclaimed with enthusiasm.

On the side, the black horse emitted some incomprehensible sounds… Listening carefully, it seemed to be singing a mournful tune.

It was providing background music for the scene to intensify the somber atmosphere.

Song Shuhang was left flabbergasted.

Should I summon the Holy Apes to heighten the atmosphere even further?

“Tell me, will you do it?” Suddenly, White Horse’s lines underwent a change in style.

“I choose to bite the dust,” Song Shuhang sighed.

His response was too uncooperative. The atmosphere set up by the white horse and the black horse dissipated.

The black horse’s mournful singing came to a halt.

“Is that so? Is that your choice? What a bitter answer,” the white horse said weakly. It extended one of its hooves and, with a trembling gesture, caressed Song Shuhang’s form.

Just as its hoof was about to ‘painstakingly’ make contact with Song Shuhang, its other hoof moved like lightning.

A sharp blade dipped in poison pierced Song Shuhang’s form.

“Go, child. Your wish has been granted,” the white horse said in a compassionate tone.

Song Shuhang let out a scream.

The wound felt like it was ablaze, and the poison instantly spread throughout his form.

The pain of being poisoned was a relatively new experience for Song Shuhang. After attaining the Seventh Stage Venerable Realm and mastering the three body-tempering techniques, ordinary poisons had lost their potency against him. During his weaker days, he hadn’t encountered severe poisoning.

Song Shuhang was immersed in the agony of the poison coursing through his form, and his life gradually approached its end.

Today, he had met death once more.

“The Eyeball Butler was truly not a god. When it was hung on the sealing pillar and burned, making a wish to it proved to be ineffective.”

Before dying, this thought crossed Song Shuhang’s mind.

Ultimately, the Eyeball Butler could only be considered a divine servant with limited magical power.

If Senior Three-Eyed were to hang himself on the pillar and set it alight, the wish’s effect would be much more potent.

After ‘dying’ in the small world, Song Shuhang’s consciousness plunged into darkness.

After almost ten minutes, he finally regained consciousness.

“Does it take this long to exit the game within a small world?”

Song Shuhang was perplexed. Ten minutes was more than enough for him to be resurrected from the resurrection formation!

Wait… Wait!

Don’t tell me that I truly died in that game world, and the so-called ‘game exit’ was just Senior Three-Eyed using a resurrection formation to revive me?

Song Shuhang’s eyes flew open suddenly.

“Oh, the third one to awaken is Little Tyrannical Song. It appears that the ultimate victor is Fellow Daoist Ma,” Senior Three-Eyed’s lazy voice echoed.

“Am I dead?” Song Shuhang asked.

“Of course. Don’t you even know if you’re dead or not? Were you killed by Fellow Daoist Ma?” Senior Three-Eyed questioned doubtfully.

“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, if I die in the game, will I also die in real life, and then you, Senior Three-Eyed, use a resurrection formation to bring me back to life?” Song Shuhang touched his form, wary of any missing pieces.

“You’re overthinking it. Advanced resurrection formations aren’t a dime a dozen, you know. Plus, considering the realms of Fellow Daoist Ma and the ball, where do you suppose I’d get the means to set up a resurrection formation for them?” Senior Three-Eyed rolled all three of his eyes in exasperation. “Use your noggin, will you?”

“Good point,” Song Shuhang conceded.

Senior Three-Eyed had presented a reasonable argument, and Song Shuhang had no counterarguments.