Chapter 127: Night Drinking (First Update)_1
At nightfall, outside of Big Black Mountain.
Yu Chengyi had exhausted the strength of nine oxen and two tigers to kill the monster beast before him.
It took him more effort than he had originally anticipated.
The monster beast was not particularly strong, but it was quite cunning and fast; even when severely injured, it still found ways to escape from his hands.
Originally, he had plenty of help to encircle and kill the beast, which would have made its escape impossible. But after lending a few people to Mo Hua, the gaps in their encirclement widened.
The monster beast took the opportunity to flee several times, and it wasn’t until nighttime that Yu Chengyi finally hunted it down to its death.
The others were more or less injured, but fortunately, they were only superficial wounds, nothing serious.
After dealing with the monster beast, they rested at the nearby Monster Hunting Campsite.
It was too late to travel, and after a day of labor, they also wanted to rest for a while.
A few Monster Hunters lit lanterns, and the dim yellow light immediately warmed up the cramped campsite.
Yu Chengyi took out a few bottles of strong liquor and poured some for everyone.
They raised their cups, downed the drinks in one gulp, and the burn of the strong liquor seemed to disperse much of the fatigue from their bodies.
Yu Chengyi smacked his lips and said, “What a pity, we have liquor but no meat.”
One of the Monster Hunters coughed and pulled out a paper-wrapped package from his Storage Bag. When he opened it, it revealed several pounds of sliced Bull Monster Meat.
The meat, a soy red in color and dotted with piquant spices, was fragrant and spicy to smell.
Yu Chengyi cursed, “Why the hell didn’t you take it out earlier? I’ve already had a few drinks.”
The man retorted ungraciously, “Then don’t eat it. I didn’t even feel like sharing!”
After a few more jibes and jokes, they all started to eat meat and drink liquor, reveling in the feast.
“This beef, it’s from Mo Shan’s family, right?” someone asked.
“No shit, where else could you get such tasty meat besides his family’s?”
“You go to the Spiritual Meal Building on North Street, the spiritual meat there is absolutely top-notch!”
“Too expensive, it’s not satisfying to eat.”
“Next time I’ll cozy up to Mo Shan, see if he’d give me some…”
“You’ve got some nerve?”
“Go to hell!”
They continued to eat and chat.
Yet Yu Chengyi’s brows were slightly furrowed; mentioning Mo Shan made him think of his son, Mo Hua.
He wondered how Mo Hua was doing now and whether he had encountered any danger.
Just then, Yu Chengyi tensed up, his expression turning grave, “There’s a noise!”
The Monster Hunters quickly put down their cups, crouched and reached for their knives, staring warily at the entrance of the campsite. One Monster Hunter went to the entrance, peered out sideways, and then relaxed, turning back to say, “It’s Old Zhao.”
Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, they sat back down in their places and picked up their cups to drink again.
Old Zhao entered the camp and cursed when he saw them, “I’ve been rushing here all night, and you lot are comfortably enjoying yourselves, with both liquor and meat!”
“We thought you weren’t coming back.”
“Your wife is pregnant, we all thought you went back to her.”
“It’s your own bad luck…”
The group laughed.
Yu Chengyi poured a cup of liquor and beckoned Old Zhao to sit down.
Old Zhao didn’t stand on ceremony. Having been on the road for half a day, tired and thirsty, he picked up the cup and downed it, the spicy liquor burning down his throat, but he felt much more comfortable.
Unable to help himself, Yu Chengyi asked, “Mo Hua is alright, isn’t he?”
Upon hearing this, Old Zhao’s expression complicated.
Yu Chengyi’s heart skipped a beat, “What, did something happen?”
Old Zhao shook his head, “No, he went back home.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Yu Chengyi sighed in relief, then cursed, “Can’t you speak plainly? You scared the hell out of me!”
Yu Chengyi took another sip of his drink, casually asking, “What did Mo Hua go off to do?”
“Nothing much, went off to kill monster beasts…”
Yu Chengyi spat out his drink, “What?”
Old Zhao repeated helplessly, “To kill monster beasts.”
“Middle Phase of First Rank?”
“Middle Phase of First Rank.”