Chapter 2186: 2109 Mysterious Color Change

Huang Liang came out with the twin sister flowers, following Zheng Lao Ban's instructions, and left a urine sample.

Zheng Lao Ban had requirements for the sample; Huang Liang did not neglect it, personally taking it to the manager's office and then locking the door before getting busy.

He greeted people back and forth; tonight there were many important guests, so he had to show up. After being busy for several hours and having several bottles of beer poured down him, he finally relaxed.

Returning to the manager's office, he sat in a chair and, from afar, looked at the two urine samples, feeling amused.

What does Zheng Lao Ban want to do with this thing?

Having wandered the martial world for many years, Huang Liang had seen all sorts of novelties, but Zheng Lao Ban, with his thick brows and big eyes, appearing honest and simple, actually had quite a few shady tricks up his sleeve.

The alcohol welled up, and Huang Liang showed a faint smile.

He wasn't complaining, just feeling envy, pure envy.

This Zheng Lao Ban is remarkable; at a young age he already got… well, it's not that he gained the favor of the Earth Master. Regardless of Master Song or Master Yan, they only barely survived the heavenly tribulation thanks to Zheng Lao Ban.

This guy is ridiculously strong.

Rumors about Zheng Lao Ban on the South Side have gotten weird—something about Master Song in Xianggang carrying a demon fetus, Zheng Lao Ban intervening and pulling Master Song back from the brink of life and death.

As for that demon fetus, beforehand Master Yan, a powerful diviner of heavenly secrets, looked into past and future, and his eyes ended up blind. Afterwards, it was Zheng Lao Ban who healed him, and it's said Master Yan greatly admired this young Zheng Lao Ban.

Rumors are just rumors, but by the time they reached Huang Liang's ears, Zheng Lao Ban had been exaggerated beyond recognition, and Huang Liang found them hard to believe.

The rumors are bizarre, yet Zheng Lao Ban's image is tall and mighty, with evidence to back it up. Not only is his heavenly tribulation formidable, but his combat power is also immense. In Nanyang, Zheng Lao Ban single-handedly took on the hidden sect's Red Flower Double Staff.

Tsk, who would have thought he was actually like this?

Even his methods are this innovative—could this be his way of cultivation? Huang Liang began to ponder.

In fact, in Huang Liang's mind, Zheng Lao Ban had long become a worldly cultivator, a transcendent hermit.

If I could earn the favor of young Zheng Lao Ban, how wonderful that would be—Huang Liang held a cigar in his hand, lost in a daydream.

The daydream was lovely, and the smile at the corner of Huang Liang's mouth grew richer.

No matter what, if young Zheng Lao Ban comes to eat today, I'll get to show off a bit. Later, when everyone leaves, I'll definitely find young Zheng Lao Ban to take a photo.

As for those two cups… samples, Huang Liang glanced at the two cups.

The two highball glasses originally held pale yellow, clear and bright urine; over this period there had been no change—it was whatever color it originally was.

Zheng Lao Ban is surely just using this as an excuse, claiming the color will change after a few hours—that's nonsense.

But none of the people around him objected, showing that Zheng Lao Ban has trained them well.

Thinking about it, Huang Liang suddenly staggered, feeling his vision blur.

In the originally uncontaminated highball glass, it was as if someone had dropped a speck of ink from nowhere, a black thread appearing and drifting faintly.

My vision must be blurry, certainly.

Huang Liang rubbed his eyes and looked at one of the highball glasses.

No change, none at all. But the other one… his gaze locked.

There really was a faint drop of ink spreading inside. It was so faint that, had he not been staring, he would hardly have noticed it.

The hairs on Huang Liang's back stood straight up.

"Who!" Huang Liang shouted, grabbing the bronze lion paperweight from the table, and looked around nervously.

But the room was empty, no one in sight.

A chill rose from Huang Liang's heart and spread through him; his hands turned cold, his legs began to tremble.

He glanced around warily, his thoughts flashing like lightning.

Nowadays there's hardly any talk of the underworld, with repeated crackdowns on black society; public order has become excellent.

Before, he might have worried that a rival was sabotaging him, but now such a thing is utterly impossible.

Then…

Huang Liang immediately thought of all sorts of monster legends. Could something unclean have clung to him? He knew deep down that was impossible, yet the two highball glasses changed color on their own—that was a fact.

Could it be an illusion?

His hand trembled, and the little yellow lion fell, striking the top of his foot.

"Ow!" Huang Liang jumped up in pain, clutching his foot, his eyes filled with fear.

The little lion on the bronze paperweight had been consecrated; he didn't think he'd failed to hold it, but was sure the lion had collided with some strange entity and been defeated.

Even evil‑warding charms are useless—could this demon really be that powerful? I knew these things were unreliable!

It seemed like only an instant, yet also like a long time had passed. Another drop of ink fell from nowhere into the other highball glass.

Mist drifted about, like the vapor in a mountain ravine, clear and bright. It floated lightly, then quickly vanished without a trace.

Said to be the same, but Huang Liang quickly discovered a difference.

The urine in both cups, originally pale yellow and clear, began to turn black rapidly.

And,

Around,

no one else was there.

Huang Liang couldn't explain the phenomenon, and he didn't know whether, if the two highball glasses turned completely black, they might merge into some strange monster that would swallow him.

There was a button on the table; press it and security would come running immediately.

Huang Liang's hand shook badly; he worried that if he showed even a hint of hostility, the unknown presence in those two cups would emerge and kill him.

The reason that entity hasn't moved yet is that it's just playing with me.

The room was dead silent, with no sound at all, and Huang Liang could clearly hear his own heart pounding thump‑thump‑thump.

Can't just sit and wait for death! His alcohol had completely worn off.

He placed his hand on the table and inched forward slowly, his movement slower than the speed at which the urine in the two highball glasses was turning black.

But no matter how slow, there is still an end point.

However, even if it's slow, there is still an end.

That inexplicable existence never moved; Huang Liang wondered many times to turn his head, he vaguely felt someone standing behind him, looking at him with contempt.

And his life and death were in that person's hands.

The cat-and-mouse game, played to the end, rarely sees the mouse win. But Huang Liang still Persistence, wanting to call the security in.

Finally, his hand rested on the button.

Huang Liang knew the button might not sound at all; giving himself the greatest hope, it was actually just a bubble—a light touch of the finger and the bubble shattered.

His eyes fixed on the two now pitch‑black high‑legged cups, despair welled up inside him; almost hysterically, he pressed the button.

If I must die, let it be quick—this torment is worse than death.

But something unexpected happened to Huang Liang; soon a knocking sounded, and then the Security Team Captain rushed in.