Chapter 10 The Black Pill
The old charlatan circled Old Wang, looking him over.
The more he looked, the more delighted he seemed.
"I see your bones are extraordinary. You're a martial talent. Why not join my school?"
Old Wang right then had a flipped right arm, broken fingers, and feces leaking from his crotch. Extraordinary bones, sure.
Sure enough, when Old Wang heard that, he rolled his eyes too.
The charlatan dug a glossy black pill from his pocket. "Swallow this divine pellet, and it will grant you long life!"
As he spoke, he pried open Old Wang's mouth with one hand and shoved it in.
Old Wang had no desire to swallow, but he had no strength left to fight.
A quarter of an hour later.
Old Wang, still flat on the ground, suddenly lifted his head, overjoyed. "It really doesn't hurt anymore!"
"How is that possible?! Is it really a divine pill?"
The scene in front of us had already hit Xiao Zheng's simple scientific worldview hard.
I pointed at the table in the corner of the screen. "See that? A big bottle of ibuprofen."
"But his medicine was a round black ball! And it glowed!"
"It's round because he rolled all the pills together. The black is his foot skin. The glow comes from years of nonstop polishing."
Xiao Zheng: "Ugh!"