Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

The gun was aimed at them.

Immediately, the four of them stopped in their tracks, despair on their faces.

It's over!

After exchanging glances, one of them immediately turned and knelt down.

"Lord Li, I'm willing to serve you with all my might!"

That family head said loudly.

Li Deshang didn't speak, just nodded.

A look of joy appeared on the man's face, and seeing this, the remaining three also knelt down, loudly saying to Li Deshang.

"Lord Li, we are also willing to serve you with all our might!"

Li Deshang sat there, blood gushing from his leg.

He looked at the four people in front of him.

Recalling his days in 'Mountain City', he showed a faint, mocking smile, even with a look of complete liberation on his face.

He said calmly—

"Fire!"

Bam bam bam!

Shots rang out continuously, and the four fell to the ground.

Li Deshang looked at the bodies on the ground, expressionless.

He wouldn't say he didn't want to do it.

Nor would he say he was forced to do it.

Even if that was the truth.

But when the six people still tried to deceive him, he decided not to let any of them leave the yamen.

If even one left, it would lead to endless regret.

Even with signed and stamped documents, it would be the same.

But now, they're all dead.

That made a difference.

He had a way to maneuver a bit.

As for more?

Leave it to fate.

Thinking of this, Li Deshang tried to stand up, but as soon as he moved, he hit his wound.

"Ah, the pain is killing me."

"Jia Youcai, quickly call a doctor."

Li Deshang shivered in pain, sitting in the chair like a quail, completely unlike his earlier ruthlessness.

However, Jia Youcai didn't dare to slacken in the slightest.

He knew from this moment on, the situation in Mountain City had changed.

As long as Li Deshang could endure.

Then 'Mountain City' would truly belong to the Li family.

...

"Didn't the negotiation succeed?"

Jason stood on the rooftop of his room, watching the suddenly increased guards in the city.

The guards holding torches were extremely conspicuous in the night.

Moreover, combined with the chaotic footsteps, even if Jason wanted to ignore it, he couldn't.

Watching the trajectory of the guards' movements.

Jason made a few guesses in his heart.

The assassinated Li Deshang must have both fear and anger inside him.

The latter probably outweighing the former.

Under such circumstances, Li Deshang would probably change his usual tactics, especially since the present was a good opportunity.

He had reason and an excuse.

Li Deshang was clearly going to seize this opportunity.

However, this had little to do with Jason.

He only needed to get his share from Li Deshang.

Jason felt quite confident about this.

After all, their initial cooperation was quite successful, and Li Deshang showed sincerity—

The food at Drunken Fairy Tower was quite good, especially since he was to be treated to three meals, particularly that 'Drunken Fairy Chicken'.

This time, due to the rushed reservation, there was no 'Drunken Fairy Chicken'.

The next three meals, he should be able to have it.

Thinking of this, Jason was about to turn back to his room.

But just as he was about to jump off the roof, he suddenly saw Dou Bao cautiously come out of the room, seemingly heading to the kitchen.

'Huh?'

'Going to make breakfast at this hour?'

Jason was stunned, immediately concealed himself, watching Dou Bao.

Quite different from the Dou Bao he usually saw.

Normally, Dou Bao was always cheerful.

But at this moment, Dou Bao was filled with deep worry.

Especially when passing by Jason's room, Dou Bao carefully paused, seemingly worried that his footsteps would disturb Jason, who was recuperating— 'I have a secret healing technique, which will quickly heal the injury, but I must not be disturbed.'

Jason had used these words to send away Dou Bao, who wanted to tend to him.

Undoubtedly, these words were effective.

And, beyond imagination—

"Master, don't worry."

"You focus on recovering."

"Leave the rest to Dou Bao."

Muttering to himself, Dou Bao walked quietly towards the kitchen.

'Going to make something nice for me?'

Jason thought in expectation.

Then, he was surprised to see Dou Bao take out some moldy food from a corner of the kitchen.

Moldy corn, moldy peanuts, and a porcelain bowl filled with wood ear mushrooms, but the water stinks.

Dou Bao carefully collected these moldy items.

The mushrooms were also crushed bit by bit, with the stinky water poured into a bamboo tube.

'This?'

Jason was momentarily stunned; he subconsciously realized something.

Then, before Jason could think deeply, he saw Dou Bao take out a handkerchief with an unusually special texture from her pocket, completely covering her head, face, and nostrils, leaving only her eyes exposed, and put on gloves.

Next, she began to dig in the fire pit.

A moment later, a metal plate appeared in Jason's line of sight, and Dou Bao immediately fitted a leather bag over this metal plate and slowly triggered a mechanism.

A hole immediately appeared on the metal plate.

The gas in the initially air-tight dry distillation kiln was suddenly drawn into the leather bag.

A dozen seconds later, after confirming there was no more gas inside, Dou Bao quickly tied the leather bag and placed it into a nearby water tank, revealing the dry distillation kiln with pieces of wood inside.

Most of them turned into charcoal, but Dou Bao's goal wasn't the charcoal, but the colorless, transparent liquid with an extremely pungent smell remaining on them.

She collected it bit by bit.

Then, she pulled out two containers, one made of copper and the other of lead, as well as several bottles and jars from the wall.

"Mom, you said only in dire circumstances can we use these."

"Now..."

"It's time."

Dou Bao murmured to herself while starting to pour the collected liquid into those bottles and jars.

When the flame ignited under that special sealed container, Jason immediately detected a faint fruity fragrance.

Jason's eyelids twitched repeatedly.

If he was pondering earlier.

At this moment, without needing to think, a term popped into his mind.

Sarin.

And the earlier answer followed.

Aflatoxin.

Jason almost instinctively wanted to jump off the roof and tell Dou Bao that he was fine, that it was unnecessary, and she was too diligent.

But Jason restrained himself.

He quietly watched Dou Bao's skilled process that had become instinctual.

Particularly those special vessels and the semi-finished products stored in the bottles and jars.

Clearly, Dou Bao's background was far more complex than imagined.

Let alone the Sarin Dou Bao was now making.

Simply making those semi-finished products in the bottles and jars is beyond what ordinary people can accomplish.

No!

It's impossible for regular people of this era to understand.

It's far beyond this era.

Even in his homeland, only large laboratories have this capability.

Yet now, it's in these bottles and jars.

"'Mystical Side' secret technique?"

"It's probably not a regular secret technique, more like an esoteric level."

"And in this alternate world, known for 'poison'..."

"Shu Capital, Tang Sect."

Jason almost instinctively recalled the words Li Deshang said that day.

So...

Dou Bao.

Should be called Tang Dou Bao.

Tang Dou Bao?

'Sugar' Dou Bao.

Good name.

Jason thought silently and then slipped back into the room quietly.

He decided not to disturb Dou Bao.

Everyone has secrets.

The current situation is clearly Dou Bao's secret.

He'll wait until Dou Bao tells him.

He won't ask further.

Sitting cross-legged on the large cushion in the room, Jason narrowed his eyes, listening to the sounds of Dou Bao concocting poison.

The sounds continued for a full hour before stopping.

Dou Bao returned to the room.

For some unknown reason, Jason felt relieved.

Then, the sound of flipping pages reached his ears.

'Returned to the room to read books?'

"Is it about poison making?"

Jason speculated.

Dou Bao was indeed reading books in the room.

But not about poisons.

Rather about mechanisms.

'Dad, I trust mom's poison skills, but I'm still uneasy—I have found the life I want, and I want to protect it, so now I can read the book you gave me.'

Dou Bao raised her hand to stroke the book her father gave her when they parted.

On the cover, it says: Luban Book.

Opening the first page—

A chubby humanoid puppet appeared on it.

Some curious terms also appeared.

Even the smart Dou Bao was baffled.

'What is a grenade? What is a Shark Mouth Cannon? What is an airship?'