Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 352 - 274: A Bloodbath Triggered by a Pus Sore_2

Chapter 352: Chapter 274: A Bloodbath Triggered by a Pus Sore_2

Li Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, yet he dared not approach rashly.

"How do you feel? Why on earth did you just eat that Pus Sore? You saw a ghost and actually came back to life. I don’t even know if I should kill you or not."

"There’s nothing much else, just feeling a bit hungry... Damn, why did I go eat that disgusting thing? So gross, I even thought it was delicious!" Pan Hao recalled the experience with wide eyes and disbelief. Then, he dug his finger into his throat and retched a few times, only to find he vomited nothing.

"What if I commit suicide?"

"You could try, but I can’t confirm if the ’Demon God’s Game’ will become angry. Perhaps you’ll really die? After all, you haven’t died before, right?"

"Then forget it." Old Pan wiped off the dead skin on his body, smiling bitterly, "Damn, this skin is so nasty."

"That Pus Sore didn’t become one with you, did it?"

"Wait, look, haven’t I rejuvenated?" Old Pan observed his newly grown skin, "Got a mirror? Lend it to me for a moment."

The bizarre scene truly sent chills down his spine.

Everything in the world has a price to pay; how could youth be restored for no reason?

"I’m going to wash up in the creek. It’s too revolting like this."

Li Qingshan said, "That creek water might be toxic."

"No worries, consider it a human experiment. We’ll have to drink water eventually."

Pan Hao gritted his teeth and waded into the creek to clean himself. He felt that his physical condition had reverted to that of a man in his thirties—not an illusion, but an actual reality.

Whether it was the wrinkles on his face or the strength in his Physique, even his mind was unprecedentedly clear, as if he had taken a stimulant!

"I feel great, surprisingly good! I no longer feel rejected by the world but rather vaguely connected with this land. The world has accepted me."

Pan Hao held his breath and sank to the bottom of the river, managing to hold it for a full 2 minutes and 22 seconds.

Too insane!

Truly too insane!

Isn’t this his level of fitness from his youth?

"Uh... how does it taste?"

"The first bite had a flavor of pickled cabbage from an old jar, very slippery, couldn’t even bite through it... the burst of juice tasted like orange."

Li Qingshan gave a thumbs up: Awesome.

"I was asking about the taste of the creek water, if it has an off-flavor, not about that Pus Sore!"

"No off-flavor, quite sweet, and no poison."

Pan Hao internally sighed, after that scene the two of them were on the edge of madness, speaking nonsensical words to ease the psychological pressure.

"Don’t worry, little brother. If I go crazy, just run away and don’t worry about me."

"How could I not worry about you."

Coming to this godforsaken place to pioneer, Pan Hao put everything on the line. Adventure was not his original intention.

Living comfortably in a villa, playing chess, drinking tea, and watching people in leather suits sing on his phone, who would want to come here for an adventure?

But the Saint gave him a dream, told him to come take a look... how could he dare not come?

Scooping up a handful of water, he washed the dead skin off his body.

The clear creek water reflected his face, the wrinkles seemed not so numerous.

Pan Hao furrowed his brow in thought and suddenly waved towards Li Qingshan, "I feel like I’ve gotten younger, shall we test it out?"

"Sure."

He took off running back to the ruined temple, barefoot.

In the frenzied run, Pan Hao felt he had returned to his youth, filled with boundless energy and vitality.

"How’s the script going... Old Pan’s not going to just kick the bucket, is he?"

Wang Hao wanted to play with his phone while walking, but didn’t want to become the kind of person he often scorned, so he had to bear with it.

He only relaxed once he returned to the courtyard.

In September, the weather grew colder, showing signs of autumn. Grapes, pears, and pomelos hung on the branches, exuding a sweet fruit scent. Still, not being a professional fruit grower, his yield wasn’t high.

Wang Hao didn’t have much interest in the fruits in his own yard.

On the other hand, Han Xiaoyue was enthusiastic about it; she personally took action to prevent the fruit from being ravaged by bold birds by slipping paper bags over them for protection.

There were also seven or eight stray cats in the yard, lounging on the ground indulging in catnip. When the master of the house came back, they did not even greet him, lazily basking in the sunlight—truly some impolite creatures.

Wang Hao was quite content with this tranquil life.

"Don’t steal my fruits, I’m warning you, and don’t defecate all over the place!"

"Stealing fruits is still okay, but if you take a dump, I’ll kick you out of the yard and never let you back in."

"Meow meow meow meow meow meow?!" The cats called out a couple of times and continued to lie down, and Wang Hao couldn’t shake off the feeling that these darn cats were being sarcastic.

He comfortably lay on the sofa and pulled out his phone.

A mass of text popped up.

"[...Pan Hao struggled in pain but came back to life.]"

"[He actually returned to his youth!]"

"[He ran joyfully on the earth, and you chased after him, even struggling to keep up.]"

"[Stranger, you became increasingly cautious in your heart. A benefit without reason surely comes with a price to pay.]"

"[But you also know that those Pus Sores are humanity’s first harvest here—if they truly can rejuvenate a person, just this advantage alone could drive all of humanity mad!]"

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