The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 325 - 279: The Scarlet Lady

Chapter 325: Chapter 279: The Scarlet Lady

He bathed in fresh blood, which made him feel somewhat irritable.

The flickering flames in the brazier nearby also made him very uneasy.

This place was indeed the dormitory of the vineyard planters, but now nobody had returned, so he had the opportunity to search through it thoroughly.

He pushed open a half-closed door in front of him, entering a narrow single room with minimal decorations, so plain that one might question if it was suitable for long-term human habitation.

On the table there was a huge glass jar, its original purpose indecipherable; if not used for researching alchemy, then probably for pickling vegetables.

The jar was lined with a layer of leaves, on top of which lay several white, fat bugs about the size of two thumbs.

[Grape Aphids, lv1]

[Life: 3/3]

He leaned closer to examine the aphids in the jar and saw the bugs feasting, their mouthparts splitting open like the flesh cavities of villagers with rows upon rows of teeth.

The peculiar aphids induced a physiological discomfort in him, but considering the quest, he managed to suppress his repulsion.

Almost every room was breeding grape aphids, with five or six in each of the busier jars, and only two in the lesser ones, making them very inconvenient to transport; "I Have an Early Eight" could only opt to open the jars and pour them together.

However, he didn’t expect these creatures to be incredibly jumpy, like white bouncing balls.

And he was unexpectedly bitten a couple of times.

When he finally finished stuffing dozens of aphids into two jars, "I Have an Early Eight" breathed a sigh of relief and quickly returned to the wall.

"Hey, I’m back," he called out.

"Did you bring the aphids?"

"Dozens of them."

The voice responded, "Thank you. Can you help bring them in? The door is on the other side. If you’re quite tall, please crawl in, because it’s a small path meant for children."

"I Have an Early Eight" followed the instructions and awkwardly crawled through the small hole.

This was a vast grape plantation, one which he had seen in numerous videos online, giving him some concept of such plantations, but the scene before him still shocked him.

Grapes vines dense and tangled, intertwining to form a giant tree!

The lush vine bore countless sour grapes, each shining like a gemstone, reflecting captivating light even under the faint moonlight.

He reached out to pick a grape.

"Over here!" came the voice.

"I Have an Early Eight" turned his head and his pupils twitched slightly at the sight of a "person" entwined in grapevine on the "giant tree." To say that might be imprecise.

Because one of the vines laden with sour grapes was growing out of his ear.

The roots connected to his veins, burrowing out from his left eye socket.

"I Have an Early Eight" could see his veins pulsating with every heartbeat, each throb making the roots struggle as if drawing his blood.

"What’s happened to you?" he watched the other intently.

The emaciated figure was hunched over, and its limbs had transformed beyond the realm of human, with fingers and toes turning into rootlike tendrils of vine burrowing into the ground.

Looking closely, he noticed that, besides this person, there were many other "human-shaped" grapevines around; they numbered in the teens, no, dozens, perhaps even hundreds!

Each vine bore its own life.

"As you can see," the voice of the unidentifiable gender spoke, "our village was stricken with a plague, and then a doctor proficient in healing came. He used blood therapy to cure us. But it was all a deception; he used the blood of magic beasts to contaminate our bloodlines, and then planted us in the ground. Our blood would grow grapes, which they used to make wine, his favorite food.

"But now that outsiders are starting to appear here, it seems there aren’t many alive in Fox Hole anymore."

"I Have an Early Eight" shook his head, "That’s not right, I saw quite a few people when I came, but they were in a bad state, and they were very timid."

"Is that so?" the vine man’s thinking was very slow, "That’s good, they must also be undergoing blood therapy, just like me when I started."

Blood therapy is clearly the culprit behind Fox Hole’s demise, and the so-called doctor is the root of it all.

"Is there any way to save you?"

"My blood only wishes to become fruit," the vine man said, "There is no way, so be careful not to let them contaminate you with their blood."

"What if I get contaminated?"

"Then drink fresh blood, fresh blood will turn you into one of them, like those Planters who went mad."

Losing sanity, becoming "warm and welcoming," but not having to live as grapevines.

The Undead nodded, the news weighing heavily on his heart.

This must be the secret of Fox Hole, a Newbie Village just fallen like this, and yet the other Newbie Villages, NPCs, and players are completely unaware of it.

"These are the aphids you wanted."

He placed the jar in front of the vine man, with a hint of speculation in his heart.

"You can take some grapes as a reward," the vine man said, "Don’t worry, the grapes grown from our lives are delicious and won’t harm you."

The Undead, who occasionally knew some non-crucial information, was aware of the effect of the sour grapes in front of him; indeed, they only seemed to affect one’s mental state, nothing more.

From Hunter Charles’s reaction, it seemed sour grapes just made people irritable.

But the thought that they were grown from the bodies of living people made him recoil internally.

However, as he moved, a ripe grape was accidentally brushed by his shoulder, and as it fell, the thin skin couldn’t withstand the impact and burst into a cluster of intoxicatingly sweet red juice upon hitting the ground.

The familiar sweet and sour scent made "I Have an Early Eight" pause; every time he killed a Planter in the vineyard, those warm villagers with no blood to draw from their bodies would always burst with a surge of blood plasma in their bellies.

Just grape juice?

Grapes nourished with human blood, are they still grapes?

"Could you pour out the aphids for me?" the vine man said, "Destroying this place would be impossible without the bugs."

"It’ll be painful."

The man smiled, "But it will be a release."

"May I ask one last question?" "I Have an Early Eight" thought for a moment, then said, "That doctor, who is she?"

"The Crimson Lady, that’s what she instructed us to call her when she first administered blood therapy to us. If you encounter her, please run as far away as possible. She’s a bloodthirsty demon who, if not for her addiction to the taste of sour grapes, would prefer the taste of fresh blood. She can transform into crows, hounds, toads, even venomous snakes, she’s always lingering around Fox Hole."

Another lady, but this time he learned a bit more about her.

"Okay, I’ve got it."

"I Have an Early Eight" kicked over two large jars, and dozens of aphids jumped out, devouring the grape vines greedily, and also severing the vine man’s life.

In his last moments, amid the biting of the aphids, the man smiled.

The entire vineyard began to tremble, a downpour of sour grapes fell.

The rich scent of sweetness spread, carried by the wind to distant places.

In the surrounding area, the warm villagers, attracted by the smell of sour grapes, rushed over.

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