Chapter 1431 - 376: Am I Becoming a Substitute? (Part 5)

Chapter 1431: Chapter 376: Am I Becoming a Substitute? (Part 5)

In the midst of his sleep, Xiong Yi coughed twice in a daze. When he finally opened his eyes and looked ahead, he saw a young man with a radiant smile pouring wine into his mouth using a Wine Gourd.

"Who are you? How did you get here?"

"Someone help!"

"There’s an assassin!"

He wanted to call for help, but Yuchi wasn’t going to give him the chance. No matter how this man shouted, in the end, all he could produce were whispers that were far quieter than the rustling of leaves.

Then, this fellow’s stomach grew bigger and bigger, filled entirely with high-concentration alcohol.

Xiong Yi was terrified to the core; at this moment, he didn’t want to drink at all. But the mysterious young man kept pouring it down his throat with a wide smile.

His entire throat felt like it was on fire, accompanied by intense pain and nausea, yet he couldn’t vomit it out. Waves of revulsion rippled through his organs, finally leaving a nauseating yellow mess on the bed.

The ordeal was torturous, lasting quite a while, approximately half an hour.

Only after Yuchi confirmed that this fellow’s glaring eyes had lost all reaction did he casually tidy up the scene.

"You didn’t have enough to drink, right? No problem, I’ll make sure you get enough. This concentration is guaranteed."

Yuchi chuckled, then left.

This way, the man’s ultimate demise was due to respiratory paralysis from excessive drinking, leading to asphyxiation.

...

The next day, at dawn.

The other guards at the manor came to deliver hangover soup to Xiong Yi. However, before even opening the door, they were hit by the strong stench of alcohol emanating from the room.

The intensity of this alcohol smell was downright exaggerative.

"Chief, it’s about time now. Let’s drink some hangover soup and head out."

One guard stood outside while knocking, calling into the room, but there was no response from inside. Curious, he pressed an ear to the wooden door, trying to hear snoring sounds, but there was none — the entire room was dead silent.

He immediately felt something was amiss and quickly called another brother over. The two of them stood before the wooden door again, nodded to each other, and pushed the door open.

What lay before them was nothing short of shocking.

Xiong Yi lay on the bed, half-covered with a quilt, which was stained all over with vomit, while the edge of the bed showed signs of repugnant, foul discharge.

Suppressing the nauseating smell, the two guards approached the bed and saw his eyes bulged immensely—dead from asphyxiation.

Instantly, they felt dizzy and disoriented.

A very simple, straightforward thought emerged.

"Xiong Yi..."

"Dead!?"

In an instant, all the manor’s guards knew what had happened.

Guard A: "Alas, the chief finally drank himself to death."

Guard B: "I told him earlier that you can’t drink too much alcohol at once; it’s bad for your health. Yesterday, he drank so much, and ended up suffocating himself alive."

Guard A: "What can be done? He brought it upon himself. I’ve disliked him for a long time. Now he’s dead, it’s better. Once he’s gone, we can replace him as the leader — I’ve long despised him. His death is wonderful, delightful, exceptional. I might roll around on the ground to show my joy."

Guard B: "Wow, didn’t you used to like him? But now that he’s dead, your attitude changed drastically to extreme dislike. Those who know you are our companions; those who don’t might think you killed Xiong Yi."

Guard A: "Haha, you’d dare say. You used to call him Xiong Yi, now you call him Xiong Yi."

Guard B: "Wow, you noticed the name change? Impressive, impressive, haha. But once someone dies, they’re dead. It’s laughable to think anyone still remembers him. The fact we didn’t spit on his body is already mercy. He used to call himself our boss day and night. I didn’t chop him up directly with a knife, that’s already treating him as the boss."

It wasn’t just these two guards; all the others felt the same. Everyone was in it for themselves; talk about loyalty, it’s impossible. While you live, we’ll call you boss, but once you’re dead, you’re nothing. We didn’t even burn you and feed you to the dogs, that’s us being kind-hearted.

And these things can’t be hidden.

The guards learned of it, and news circulated among the more informed citizens in the small town.