Chapter 61: Venomous Creatures Wine
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
‘So it’s just a coincidence…’
Although that was what he thought, Bei Feng still felt some degree of unwillingness in his heart.
"Look at the MCs in other people’s novels. Which of those people who obtained Systems were not OP? Their Systems were even more reliable than bringing an old grandpa in a ring with them! If there was anything they didn’t know, the System would clarify it for them. But as for me, my System is simply like a dead fish! It won’t even twitch in response when I call upon it…" [1]
Bei Feng grumbled gloomily.
Looking at the revolting toad before him, Bei Feng did not dare to attempt to remove the hook from it. The two creatures were simply too dangerous. If he were even slightly careless, he would become the first casualty.
"Bam!"
With a thought, Extreme Arctic Frost appeared, smashing into the ground with a huge bang.
Bei Feng directly hoisted the fishing line, toad and all, setting them down right beside Extreme Arctic Frost which was emanating copious amounts of Frost Qi.
"Ka ka!"
A light, crispy sound appeared as a layer of ice appeared around the huge toad, freezing it with visible speed!
Ten minutes later, a sparkling ice toad sculpture lay glistening in the sun, an enrapturing icy mist continuously rising off it into the air. By now, the toad within the sculpture appeared to be deader than dead.
Bei Feng remained cautious, staying away from it. Creatures like toads and snakes were known to be very good at playing dead. They had rather high resistances to the elements, and Bei Feng was not about to risk his life just for an ugly toad.
Ignoring it, he left the toad beside Extreme Arctic Frost for 30 minutes. Under such conditions, surely even the most resilient Grade 1 Demonic Beasts would be dead without a doubt!
Before he left it to freeze, Bei Feng had asked Bai Xiang to buy a huge wine vat from the village.
Right as he finished removing the hook, Bai Xiang had also returned with the vat.
Its diameter was one meter, and its depth around three meters.
The vat was already filled with wine, and was relatively heavy. However, it seemed almost weightless in Bai Xiang’s arms.
The wine was the most ordinary of wines, and only costed 3.50 yuan per catty. This was not some kind of branded wine. Instead, it was something that was produced domestically by the locals.
As for whether a wine like this was good or not was a highly debatable subject. Some people absolutely loved the texture of this kind of cheap, coarse wine, while others hated the burning sensation that came along with it.
Bei Feng lifted the lid and was immediately greeted by the strong, stinging smell of cheap alcohol.
Lifting the vat slightly, he poured some of the wine away and immersed the repulsive-looking toad sculpture and the purplish-red centipede in the remaining wine.
