Chapter 927: Chapter 924: What Kind of Infernal Scroll Is This!

"So late at night, there’s even a lion-headed person..."

Momo looked at the scene with a peculiar expression, moving the portable stove and hot soup away to prevent the dazed Ah Qing from accidentally knocking over these dangerous items.

"Lion-headed person? Where’s the lion-headed person?" Tang You asked perplexedly while serving the food.

Wasn’t it just Ah Qing having what seemed like a Spiritual Particle overload after eating mushrooms in the cafeteria, causing her brain to crash?

Where’s the Egyptian-style stuff?

"Ah Qing transformed into a lion-headed person, gnawing on Huhu’s face; Huhu lost all control right there..."

Momo laughed and said, "Isn’t this a lion-headed person? Just tell me, is it a lion-headed person or not!"

"Ridiculous lion-headed person..." Tang You retorted, puzzled by Momo’s bizarre thought process.

"Should we... call Professor Fan to have a look? The class group said he was at the boys’ dormitory, and the boys seemed to have gotten into a fight over something, so the professor’s attending to them..." Miaomiao said worriedly.

Being a native of Yunnan Province, Miaomiao instinctively had a reverence for unfamiliar fungi.

The hallucinations after mushroom poisoning seem interesting on the internet, but online jokes often ignore the premise that the mushrooms they consumed were originally edible, just not cooked properly.

Most toxic mushrooms currently have no special antidotes.

Once in the hospital, the only thing doctors can do is plasma replacement to minimize toxins and prevent patients from escalating kidney damage into kidney failure.

Seeing Ah Qing eat a mushroom and then collapse onto Huhu, breathing heavily and laughing eerily, Miaomiao couldn’t help but worry about Ah Qing’s condition.

"Don’t worry! It’s okay..." Momo explained to Miaomiao, "Ah Qing’s symptoms are typical of Spiritual Particle overload. If you were to inject three doses of Spirit Particle Potion consecutively, you’d end up just like Ah Qing."

Before the symptoms manifested, Momo had prepared to dial emergency services with her left hand and was ready with a Spirit Particle Potion with her right, planning the fastest route to zap to the campus clinic for adrenaline.

But once the symptoms manifested, Momo relaxed. Ah Qing’s current state was excellent.

The only downside was.

Huhu was having difficulty breathing as the brain-crashed Ah Qing unleashed full power, tickling the little fox’s sensitive spots, allowing Huhu to feel the sincere love of its keeper.

"Master Qing, I don’t need finesse, can I just extend my membership here? Extend it, give me a lifelong top-level SVIP membership..."

"I’m wheezing until my throat’s smoking, got phlegm now." Ansheng crawled out of Ah Qing’s embrace, letting out a whimper.

One must say, Ah Qing’s massage skills improved dramatically after the brain crash.

It’s almost at 60% of "Cousin’s" level, almost massaging herself into a sleepy stupor.

"Hehe... Huhu’s nibble greetings. Xiaolan, you’re quite shy; won’t you get bullied on business trips?"

After Huhu escaped the embrace, Ah Qing dozed off on the dining table, mumbling dream talk and expressing dissatisfaction that Little Fox frequently needed business trips.

How is it that Huhu spends more time traveling to cities for work and tourism than its own keeper?

Huhu’s such a shy personality, going to foreign places wouldn’t it feel out of place?

In Ah Qing’s impression, other bloggers’ little foxes are super rambunctious, likely bouncing around and nibbling on their owners upon returning home to show welcome.

Some like to chew on the owner’s slippers for the rich owner’s scent. When the owner’s not home, Huhu can only cope with loneliness by doing this.

Or maybe standing up to hug the owner’s waist, performing a dance like some mysterious ritual.

But Xiaolan didn’t do any of that, only poking his head out to remind you to wash hands upon returning home.

Being the most enthusiastic, he might nudge you with his snout.

Ah Qing feels Xiaolan’s personality is just shy.

......

"You rest here well! After the midnight snack, I’ll have Momo carry you back."

Placing the drunk Ah Qing on a long bench, Ansheng borrowed Momo’s clothes to cover Ah Qing’s belly securely.

"If I knew Ah Qing could make such a ruckus, I should’ve directly taken her to Chang’an Finance Building."

"Upon arrival, press all the buttons on the 75th floor of the slow elevator, then snatch a Spirit Beast, and let Ah Qing fight it for 75 rounds."

Ansheng shook his head, not in a hurry to explore the evolution effects of the black mushroom, planning to wait until Ah Qing woke to see.

Under the circumstances, all that could be done was to go for the midnight snack first.

Just.

Ansheng arrived at the cafeteria’s front hall and was stunned by the cafeteria scene before him.

In the group steaming sauna chicken, Momo had already grown six wings, draped in white battle armor, even kneeling before the table, his knee height surpassed the tabletop.

Tang You and Lingren, both grabbed a stage phone, staring blankly at the steaming pot.

Lingren’s face pressed against Momo’s leg armor, with awareness blurred as if in a daze:

"Sister, you’re so tall and mighty... wonder if I can stay in your heart, rest assured, I’m the school’s renowned Takhtich Syndrome patient."

"I’m just attracted by Sister’s boldness; my little sister’s wallet has assets; shall I treat you to hot pot?"

Ansheng: "......"

After seeing the roommates’ reaction, Ansheng again looked dazedly at Miaomiao and Jejen.

The falcon Jejen flew to the cafeteria’s perimeter, Miaomiao evolved to have wings with metallic gloss, eagle talons, and chased after Jejen’s buttocks, using her head to flick Jejen’s back.

"Master Fuli! My keeper’s gone insane!"

"She said it wasn’t safe to place the milk cover on herself, wants it on me for safekeeping, save me... I don’t want it!" The peregrine Jejen saw Master Fuli peeking, instantly sending a long cry for help.

"Did they pull me to the Kingdom of Sand and Snow?" Ansheng sat on the dining chair, glanced at the still boiling chicken sauna pot, then gazed at the petrified roommates unable to move, sarcastically speaking.

"Do you want to eat?"

Ansheng deeply sighed, looking at the only normal creature in the room, an excavated skull from a tomb.

"Splat..."

Black threads extended from the skull, faced toward Master Fuli, two short strands reaching out, gesturing to throw some over.

Although... Black Group felt displeased by the bipedal creatures stealing its food.

However, the mushroom was cultivated painstakingly over two years, even if it couldn’t be eaten, sipping a soup would at least retain some integrity.

"Alright! Here, have two chicken tails..."

Ansheng reached out his right hand, picked up chopsticks, and tossed the two chicken heads and tails to the skull:

"Don’t say Master Fuli treats you poorly, the most essential part of a chicken is given to you."

"One chicken, one head, one tail, symbolizes our friendship with a start and end."

Chicken tail cleaned and grilled over charcoal fire to extract its inner oil is actually a renowned snack.

Yet Ansheng doesn’t have much faith in Miaomiao’s cooking, feeling no courage to eat, hence offering it to the skull.

"After eating, remember to help me carry folks back to the dorm."

"Splat???"

The skull paused mid-bite, glanced at the group, each taller than itself by knee height, filled with questions.

This... I fear I might not be able to support them.