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"Okay then," the old lady grinned devilishly once more, shutting the refrigerator door and tottering into the bedroom.

Half a minute later, under Chen Yu's puzzled gaze, she pushed out a scrawny monkey bound to a cross.

The monkey was completely hairless.

Yellowed plastic tubes were inserted into the arteries of both its hands and feet, all converging into a large tube.

The end was a rusty tap.

"What is this?" Chen Yu frowned.

"It's called Mary," the old lady responded offhandedly, then turned the valves on the monkey's arterial tubes.

Blood, red as it could be, immediately gushed forth.

Filling all the tubes.

Collecting at the tap.

Chen Yu: "!!!"

"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"

The monkey tied to the cross gradually regained consciousness and struggled violently.

"Ha!"

In a rage, the old lady opened her mouth wide and hissed ferociously at the monkey like a feline.

The skinny monkey trembled violently.

No longer daring to move.

"Squeak."

The old lady smiled again, turned on the tap, and filled a broken glass with blood. Then she pushed the skinny monkey back into the room.

When she came out again, she not only had the glass filled with monkey blood but also carried a bottle of whiskey.

"Chen Yu, you really have an eye for things. Bloody Mary is my most proud creation," she declared.

Chen Yu: "..."

Unscrewing the cap of the whiskey, the old lady proudly flaunted it in front of Chen Yu, then poured a fifth of the whiskey into the bloody water.

She then inserted a filthy finger into the glass, stirring vigorously for half a minute.

"Done. A wonderful Bloody Mary."

Licking her finger clean, the old lady handed the "drink" over, excitement gleaming in her triangular eyes: "Give it a try, you're really in for a treat. I dare say, my Bloody Mary will become legendary. In a few hundred years, everyone might love to drink it."

"Thank you," Chen Yu clenched his fist, coldly refusing, "I believe your drink will be hugely popular in a few hundred years. But right now, it's too avant-garde for me. Drink it yourself."

"Then get out!" The old lady exploded in anger again, her eyes bulging and veined, saliva dripping from her mouth corner: "I won't tell you anything!"

"Fuck! So it's not over,"

Chen Yu could not suppress his anger any longer; he erupted with the Sixth-Level Counter-Death Technique and pulled out his weapon, pressing it against the old lady's neck: "Speak or die."

"Boom!"

The old lady, in turn, burst forth with a devastating Fifteenth-Level Defying Fate Skill!

In a fierce grip, she seized Chen Yu's weapon, hissing, "Ha! Let's see who dies!"

"Then it must be me first," Chen Yu instantly fell quiet, taking the Bloody Mary from the old lady's hand, licking his lips: "It looks delicious."

"Right?" The old lady's demeanor swiftly turned back to jovial, her face radiating kindness: "My technique is still quite impressive."

"Uh-huh," Chen Yu nodded repeatedly and decisively lifted the glass: "Thanks for the hospitality. I'll start then."

"What are you doing?" the old lady exclaimed in surprise, hastily stopping him.
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"Drinking?"

"Utter nonsense!" the old lady immediately pulled out a large syringe from her bosom: "My Bloody Mary is not for drinking with the mouth. It's for this."

Chen Yu's pupils dilated.

He watched as the old lady dipped the needle into the glass, siphoned off the "drink," and then handed the syringe to Chen Yu: "Here, inject it into your vein. That's the way to truly enjoy it."

Chen Yu: "..."

After a long silence,

he meekly reached out his trembling hand, taking the syringe.

He regretted everything.

Damn it.

Why didn't he listen to the property manager?

And entangled himself with this freak.

"Excuse me, ma'am. Are you sure this is the way to drink it?"

"Uh-huh!" The old lady nodded joyfully: "It's my original creation. Isn't it captivating?"

"...How about this. I'll inquire about your daughter when I'm free. I've got some things to handle now, so I'll be going,"

"Boom!"

The old lady burst once again into a terrifying Fifteenth-Level Defying Fate Skill, her gaze cold: "Bloody Mary is precious. You say you won't drink it and just leave? Try walking out."

"Gulp."

Chen Yu swallowed his saliva hard.

Fifteenth-Level Defying Fate Skill.

In terms of strength, that's a solid B+ grade powerhouse.

Just a step away from A- rank.

Against such an entity, even if he erupted in anger and grew "eight arms," he wouldn't stand a chance.

'How far has the plot progressed?'

'Are there B-grade people everywhere now?'

Cursing under his breath, Chen Yu resignedly extended his left hand, inserting the needle into a vein on his wrist.

Pressing his thumb down, he injected the "muddy" blood-water into his body.

Instantly,

Pain mingled with a chill swept through his body.

Then a searing heat spread throughout his limbs and body.

"Uh!"

Chen Yu's eyes widened, his face flushed red.

Nearly every pore on his body was dripping sweat.

The taut nerves were suddenly thrown into a state of excitement, his brain spinning in waves.

Chen Yu knew.

This was a type of blood rejection reaction.

But the subsequent anomalies completely surpassed his understanding.

His Defying Fate skill bottleneck....

had unexpectedly loosened.

As the source of his abilities spun wildly, his physical condition was also enhancing at a discernible rate.

"What... what is this?"

Feeling as though he had just been hauled out of water, Chen Yu stared in horror at the old lady.

"My 'Bloody Mary' is indeed incredible," the old lady clapped gleefully for herself.