Chapter 31: 30, Iron Thought Threads

30, Iron Thought Threads

Qian Chaodong, upon hearing someone praise the white dog in his arms, became so happy he couldn't close his mouth.

The key was that the white dog in his arms seemed to understand Zhou Chang's words, lifting its chin slightly, its dog face showing a hint of human-like arrogance.

Seeing the dog's expression, Zhou Chang suddenly realized that the whimpering of a group of puppies issuing from the bone ring, as if threatening, was likely not because they saw a 'fellow', but more probably because this white dog was somewhat eerie!

Was the white dog turning into a ghost?

"I have no children, my parents passed away long ago, so I just love raising a few dogs for fun!" Qian Chaodong stroked the smooth fur on the white dog's back, smiling as he spoke to Zhou Chang, "This white dog has a golden patch on its head, a very rare 'Snow Top Gold'!

I also have a big black dog tied up where I live; that dog is so stupid, it's completely incomparable to this 'Snow Top Gold'.

It understands human nature; sometimes when you talk to it, you feel as if it can understand!"

Zhou Chang nodded upon hearing this, agreeing with Qian Chaodong, and praised the white dog in his arms a few more times.

The white dog squinted its eyes slightly, and amidst the mutual praise from Zhou Chang and Qian Chaodong, it appeared to be enjoying it immensely.

Not long after, the brewery manager in the front hall led another dozen or so people who needed to go down into the cellar to cure their madness and delusions.

Seeing the number of people was sufficient, Qian Chaodong handed the white dog in his arms to a nearby assistant, instructing, "Take Bai'er home for me, remember, just put it on my bed.

Absolutely do not lock it together with that big black dog in the yard!

They will fight; that stupid dog is no match for Bai'er at all!"

The assistant, like serving a master, carefully held the dog in his arms, nodded repeatedly, and then left.

Qian Chaodong then turned back and boasted to Zhou Chang and the others who were waiting specifically for him, "Don't think my Bai'er is only about ten jin heavy, but when it fights that forty-something jin black dog in my yard, that black dog has never won!

The black dog is too stupid and clumsy; every time it gets bitten all over the face with blood, jumping around in a frenzy, yet still can't subdue it!"

The group exclaimed in wonder upon hearing this, praising Qian Chaodong's 'Bai'er' even more, straight up calling that white dog a divine dog.

However, dogs and wolves are actually not much different.

Within their own small groups, they all have corresponding hierarchical statuses.

This status comes from their own strength, and is also closely related to the support of the wolf king or the master.

Zhou Chang felt that the reason this white dog could fight and defeat a big dog weighing over forty jin must be because Qian Chaodong was backing it up.

Otherwise, with such a huge difference in size, even if that black dog was stupid and clumsy, it would be impossible for it to be defeated by a small dog weighing only about ten jin.

Qian Chaodong always referred to the white dog as 'Bai'er' and scolded the black dog as 'stupid dog' or 'clumsy dog'.

His completely different attitudes towards his two dogs can be seen from this.

After a round of boasting, Qian Chaodong led Zhou Chang and the others around the outer courtyard and knocked on the two black wooden doors in the corner.

Behind the wooden doors, the face-rotten person from yesterday opened a crack; Qian Chaodong squeezed through the gap first, tossing a few pieces of salted meat left over from the white dog's meal to the two face-rotten people guarding the door, and then let Zhou Chang and the others into the inner room.

The two face-rotten people squatted on the ground, stuffing the salted meat into their mouths, sucking on the salty taste and meat aroma of the slices, yet reluctant to swallow it down.

Only when Qian Chaodong began urging them to work did they reluctantly divide the salted meat, turn into the darkness, and push over coffin after coffin.

These two face-rotten people were called 'Wen San' and 'Wen Si' by Qian Chaodong.

Their surname is Wen, so they should presumably be of the main family of the 'Wen Clan', owner of the Yongsheng Brewery; however, they live so miserably, which is extremely inconsistent with the identity of the main Wen family members.

Thus, Zhou Chang boldly guessed that the two might not originally have the surname Wen.

He lay inside the coffin, pushed by Wen San to the wine cellar.

The coffin was not yet sealed; Zhou Chang felt Wen San's gaze observing him once again.

"Wen San, do you need me to send a message to your family?"

Zhou Chang suddenly raised his head slightly, speaking softly, his gaze meeting Wen San who had poked his head out from behind the coffin to observe him.

Upon hearing how Zhou Chang addressed him, Wen San revealed a ferocious expression, but when he heard the words following that, the fierce expression on his face instantly became unsustainable, suddenly turning into a face full of panic!

The face-rotten person turned his head in terror to peek, only feeling slightly relieved when he discovered Qian Chaodong was at the very back of the crowd, far away from him.

Even so, he dared not stick his head out to look at Zhou Chang inside the coffin again!

On Zhou Chang's calm face, a smile suddenly appeared.

These two face-rotten people definitely have 'something going on'.

Torturing them slowly with words, two or three times should be enough to probe their bottom line.

"Boom-boom-boom..."

The cart entered the rice tomb wine cellar filled with the scent of dregs once again; Zhou Chang sniffed the dregs scent in the air, thinking of the Miss Bai who had suddenly left, and a new question flashed through his mind—

Could it be because he was 'treating his illness' in this wine cellar, he had contracted the aura of 'Wen Yongsheng' inside the cellar, and it also detected some traces related to Bai Xiue?

So 'Wen Yongsheng' went to her home to find Bai Xiue, causing her to leave without saying goodbye in the end?

As soon as he realized this, Zhou Chang furrowed his brows tightly.

The more he thought, the more he felt this possibility held true.

Wen San pushed the coffin containing Zhou Chang to the bottom of the cellar, and together with Wen Si who arrived later, sealed him inside the 'Wen Yongsheng' fermentation pit.

Outside the fermentation pit, that spring of living water looked dark and deep, bottomless.

All the eerie phenomena in the wine cellar occurred when the living water splashed up liquid.

Taking the opportunity while Wen San and Wen Si were covering the coffin lid, Zhou Chang distinguished the different facial features of the two.

Although their physiques were similar, and even their voices were extremely alike, the distribution of knife scars and fire burns on their faces differed greatly; as long as one wasn't scared by their hideous faces, it was actually quite easy to distinguish their different appearances.

On the coffin lid, the sound of grain constantly falling gradually faded away.

When the faint footsteps outside also drifted away and disappeared, the wine cellar fell silent for a moment.

From the farthest and highest point, Qian Chaodong's shout came again: "Start fermentation!"

That sound traveled from the top of the fermentation pit to the bottom, and vague and hallucinatory echoes of men, women, old, and young began to appear throughout the entire cellar!

Accompanying that echo, inside the coffin chamber, Zhou Chang's corpse gradually began to wither, and the mountain of grain drowning this coffin began to grow wildly with dense delusional thought mycelia!

These interwoven snow-white mycelia were the delusions of Zhou Chang's corpse; relying on the divine banner of 'Wen Yongsheng', they washed and purified the ghostified thoughts through piles of grain, thus growing out—they were greatly beneficial to Zhou Chang's life soul, and made Zhou Chang's thought threads grow even stronger!

A wisp of faint white, transparent thought thread slowly emerged from under the tomb mound as the mycelia covered the grain mountain, turning it into a rice tomb.

Zhou Chang's gaze could not follow the thought threads slithering out of the rice mound to observe the external environment.

He could only use this clumsy method: first release a small amount of thought threads to confirm the external environment posed no danger, then release a large volume of them to maximally absorb the power stored within the Rice Mound Mountain.

After all, whether "Wen Laozu" or "Wen Yongsheng" would appear in the wine cellar remained an unknown to Zhou Chang inside the coffin chamber.

The transparent, pale-white thought threads released outward gradually turned a blood-red color.

Those strands, already deep red, slowly turned black, acquiring a dull, iron-like luster.

Zhou Chang retracted a strand of iron-like thought thread and drove it beneath the skin of the Jian corpse.

The moment the iron thought thread pierced beneath the Jian corpse's flesh, Zhou Chang felt a clear sensation—

This iron thought thread seemed able to directly draw in the delusions and feast-qi accumulated within the Jian corpse's body.