Chapter 809

Zhongli's cup contained tea laced with the Forgetfulness Parasite.

His own cup, however, was ordinary tea.

"Something's off!"

Zhongli slightly furrowed his brow.

He had lived for thousands of years—what schemes and tricks had he not seen?

Whether it was the Young Master's sudden warmth or the shopkeeper's cautious demeanor just now,

both made him feel something was unnatural.

After a moment's thought, his gaze settled on the tea before him.

"Could the tea be tainted?"

Zhongli formed a hypothesis in his mind.

Thinking of this, he stirred subtly.

Splash!

The chair beneath the Young Master suddenly cracked apart.

Unprepared, the Young Master tumbled straight to the ground.

Seizing the moment, Zhongli waved his hand,

instantly swapping the two cups of tea on the table.

Not a trace could be seen!

For him, this was an extremely simple matter.

"Oh my god, the chairs at this Liuli Pavilion are terrible!"

The Young Master grumbled as he rose from the ground and switched to a new chair.

"Have some tea, calm down!"

Zhongli smiled faintly.

"That's true! Mr. Zhongli, please, have some too!"

The Young Master nodded.

Then both men lifted their cups, each lost in private thoughts, and sipped.

"Fine tea!"

Zhongli took a single sip, then set the cup down.

He then turned his attention to the Young Master's condition.

"What's going on? Why do I feel dizzy?"

After drinking the tea, the Young Master felt his head growing foggy.

He couldn't help shaking his head.

"Dizzy? Could this be a sedative?"

Zhongli speculated inwardly.

Was the Young Master trying to drug him and steal the Divine Heart?

But the scene that followed left him bewildered.

"Huh? Why am I here?"

The Young Master glanced around, puzzled.

Yet when he saw Mr. Zhongli, his eyes brightened.

"Mr. Zhongli, did you invite me here?"

"No, quite the opposite—you invited me!"

Zhongli shook his head.

"I invited you? But I don't remember that?"

The Young Master froze.

"Don't you recall? What about just now, when we discussed the Ultraman statue and you poured me tea?"

Zhongli frowned.

"What's an Ultraman statue? And did I even pour tea?"

The Young Master looked utterly confused.

Why could he not understand a single thing Mr. Zhongli was saying?

Faintly, he felt he had forgotten something.

"So the tea isn't a sedative—it's a memory-erasing drug…"

Zhongli's lip twitched.

He had assumed the other sought the Divine Heart and used a sedative for that purpose.

But this?

What's the point of a memory-erasing drug?

Yet based on Zhongli's understanding of the Young Master, he shouldn't be capable of such a pointless act.

"Memory-erasing drug… could this be about the bet?"

After a moment of silence, Zhongli formed another hypothesis.

For among all recent interactions between him and the Young Master,

only that matter held real significance.

Besides, he had sent over a large bill that morning.

With this thought,

Perhaps Young Master felt this bill was too large, beyond his ability to pay.

But he was too embarrassed to directly refuse the wager.

Just then, he somehow acquired this memory-erasing drug.

Then Young Master planned to use it to make himself forget the wager.

Soon, Seeing Zhongli deduced the general situation.

He even suspected this drug might have been the reward he received from Mr. Han's comic shop.

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Otherwise, Young Master would have used it right away.

"We're friends—just say it outright, why go through all this?"

Seeing Zhongli sighed.

But this matter also served as a warning to him,

even with the wager in place, he couldn't keep taking advantage of Young Master like this.

After all, creating statues wasn't a small sum!

"Looks like I'll need to seek help from the Qixing Gang!"

Not having Mora really feels terrible!

Seeing Zhongli now finally understood how his old friend Wen Di felt.

A small amount was fine,

but once faced with a massive sum, it became troublesome.

"Mr. Zhongli, are you leaving?"

Seeing Seeing Zhongli rise as if to depart, Young Master stood up and asked.

"Yes, I still have some matters to attend to."

Seeing Zhongli nodded.

After a pause, he added a warning.

"With your strength, the memory loss shouldn't last long—but don't drink the tea on this table!"

After giving this warning, Seeing Zhongli left directly.

"Why shouldn't I drink the tea on the table?"

Young Master immediately grew curious.

That's just how people are!

If you don't say anything, there might be no problem!