Due to sustaining severe injuries, Master Ji hadn’t cooked for several days.
Originally, this evening was to be the sa.
However, about an hour ago, a guest who had previously booked a feast at Taoyao Pavilion arrived.
The proprietress of Taoyao Pavilion had already explained and promised to refund twice the deposit.
Who would have known, the other party flatly refused and demanded Master Ji to cook personally, preparing a table of Spiritual Food, or else he would smash the sign of Taoyao Pavilion.
After the proprietress unsuccessfully tried to dissuade him several tis, Master Ji, hearing the commotion, offered to make a Four-star Spiritual Cuisine as an apology.
But after the Four-star Spiritual Cuisine was finished, the other party insisted that Master Ji serve the dish himself.
Master Ji did just that.
"After that, there was a scream from the private room, and by the ti the proprietress and her staff got in, Master Ji was already on the floor, blood everywhere."
Master Mo rushed over while the proprietress was calling the authorities and looking for soone to administer treatnt.
However, the doctors who arrived were helpless, as Master Ji’s blood could not be stopped.
"I thought you could stop the bleeding, so I brought him here. He has lost a lot of blood, more than all the blood of pigs I’ve eaten in my life combined. That person deserves to die. If Master Ji dies, who will I go to for Spiritual Cuisine?"
Master Mo rambled on.
Xin Lin gave her a sideways glance, and she spoke softly.
"I’m just telling it as it is, I gave him a Blood Revitalizing Pill just now, but I estimate it won’t last long."
Xin Lin had not yet opened Master Ji’s clothes; she just gazed steadily, intently at him.
"No need."
Master Ji coughed several tis and coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood.
Xin Lin remained silent.
The blood, unstoppable.
Because, the reason for Master Ji’s wounds was not due to bleeding.
Inside his chest, his liver and half of his heart were already shattered.
The other party dealt him a fatal blow, clearly not intending for him to survive.
That he hadn’t died yet, managing to hold on until reaching the dical Hall, was already a miracle.
"Master Mo, go get so alcohol. The stronger, the better."
Xin Lin spoke softly.
"What do you need alcohol for at this ti?"
Master Mo asked, puzzled.
"To ease the pain."
Xin Lin glanced at Master Ji.
She couldn’t save Master Ji, but she could at least make his passing a bit more comfortable.
When Xin Lin first escaped from the Dark Organization, she followed a rcenary to learn various survival skills.
That rcenary, after accompanying her for a year, t an untily death.
Before he died, his limbs were blown off, and he only requested Xin Lin to give him a bottle of strong vodka. After drinking a bottle of vodka, he passed away painlessly under the anesthesia of the alcohol.
If you can’t let your comrades live joyfully, then at least let your partners die cheerfully.
Master Mo paused for a mont, then looking at Master Ji, she sighed lightly and walked out.
"It’s too late, I..."
Master Ji wanted to say sothing.
He was holding his breath till he had reached the School Clinic, just wanting to tell Xin Lin.
He knew he wouldn’t make it.
He was not reconciled.
He hadn’t yet fulfilled his master’s dying wish, hadn’t yet established the first Five-star Spiritual Delicacy Restaurant for Longteng, he truly was not reconciled.
"Master Ji, what do you want to say?"
Xin Lin leaned close to his ear, trying to hear clearly what he really wanted to say.
Master Ji opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing.
But from his throat, nothing could co out anymore.
His hand, in mid-air, struggled futilely a few tis, then fell weakly down.
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