Chapter 57 Part 2

“Man-Eating Flower? Real Man-Eating Flowers exist?” The cameraman suddenly got excited. What they’d filmed so far already exceeded expectations: Ghost Hitting Wall, encountering special forces, Marsh Crocodile, bizarre strokes of bad luck… If they captured Man-Eating Flowers too, their show was bound to go viral!

Once the Herbal Decoction was ready, Ouyang Yuyuan, Fu Huaiyan, and Uncle Ping got the first shares. The doctor eyed the unidentified concoction with reluctance but drank it down due to his trust in the Fu Family.

Fu Chengmao and his soldiers didn’t hesitate either—they’d experienced the horrors of the swamp center on a mission a year ago. With their captain leading, they all drank.

Only the Film Crew hesitated among themselves. Truth be told, they hadn’t seen Chu Yi do much: Zhang Jue handled directions (the unlucky fool), soldiers dealt with wildlife, and Chu Yi had only moved his lips…

But herd mentality prevailed. Seeing the soldiers drink, most took out their canteens.

Zhang Jue alone stood stiff-necked, seemingly waiting for someone to call him.

Chu Yi said, “If he doesn’t drink, fine. We could use a bait anyway…”

Zhang Jue: “!!!”

Ouyang Yuyuan chimed in, “Yi Ge, he’s already this unlucky, and if he refuses the medicine, he’ll definitely die in there, right?”

“Let him die then. We’ll head back the other way—no need for his guidance. Worst case, I’ll tell Zhang Shaoyi later that it wasn’t that I wouldn’t save him; he was just too principled.”

Ouyang Yuyuan nodded solemnly. “I admire principled people too.”

Zhang Jue: QAQ, I’m not that principled—give me a way out!

Zhang Jue craned his neck, watching as the pot’s soup dwindled to the last bit. He gritted his teeth and came over.

Ouyang Yuyuan looked at him, and he glared back stubbornly. “What’re you looking at? Don’t you want me to guide you tomorrow?”

Ouyang Yuyuan eyed his thick sausage lips and still-swollen face, feeling a bit sorry for him. He pursed his lips and focused on coaxing the “child” to drink instead.

“Drink up, don’t dawdle!”

“No, mmph…” Fu Huaiyan had a bowl forced to his lips and swallowed a mouthful. Since he clenched his teeth in defiance, it spilled all over his face, even hanging in teardrops on his lashes.

As Ouyang Yuyuan pulled the bowl away to check, Fu Huaiyan suddenly did something unexpected. He lunged forward, pressing his mouth to Ouyang Yuyuan’s lips.

Ouyang Yuyuan froze. “What are you—”

Fu Huaiyan huffed angrily. “Yanyan’s bowl is bitter! Yuanyuan forgot the sugar!”

“S-so you fed it to me?”

That idiot had just done a mouth-to-mouth medicine transfer—and stuck his tongue in!

“Who told you not to add sugar for Yanyan!”

He had seen Ouyang Yuyuan drink it down without complaint, so he instinctively thought it wasn’t the same stuff.

Ouyang Yuyuan’s neck slowly turned red. “Th-then you can’t… can’t…”

Heavens, that was his first kiss—stolen by a big idiot!

Uncle Ping finally picked up his dropped jaw and rubbed his forehead. When the Young Master sobers up and realizes what he’s done… oh boy!

Fu Huaiyan seemed to realize he’d done something outrageous. His smug expression faded, and his big eyes flattened pitifully. “Yuanyuan, don’t be mad. Yanyan will drink the medicine…”

Ouyang Yuyuan’s anger deflated by half with a psst. He glared sullenly. “Then hurry up and drink!”

If he doesn’t finish, we’re not done! Idiot, big idiot!! He never should’ve agreed in the first place—one misstep, eternal regret…

Chu Yi, watching from the side, felt like he’d been force-fed a bowl of dog food. At a time like this, he suddenly missed his President Yu. He pulled out his Mobile Phone, only to find no signal.

Even with confidence, what good was it? It’s not like he could call President Yu…

Chu Yi grudgingly put his phone away.

Over the next three days, they spent them all in the swamp. The Program Group went from obedient compliance at first to constant complaints later. Some even tried to slack off and refuse to move, demanding that Fu Huaiyan leave soldiers to protect them.

Fu Huaiyan naturally refused. Not only was the swamp riddled with dangers, making rescue difficult if separated, but the Miasma required Chu Yi to brew medicine on-site every night.

“What Miasma? Who knows if it’s real?” the Tarot Girl complained at first. She was fed up with trudging through mud daily—her feet were rotting! As for the so-called Miasma, the swamp was misty with dew anyway; she hadn’t felt a thing!

And thinking that these special forces weren’t hurrying them home but carrying out their mission only deepened her resentment.

The Program Group Leader saw his chance and signaled one of the staff. The man got the hint and subtly stirred things up. “Exactly. Maybe you’re making excuses to fool us, not wanting to leave anyone to care for us in case it delays your mission!”

“We won’t drink the medicine tonight and see if anything happens.”

The Program Group Leader had only gently guided them, but someone voiced exactly what he wanted. Though the protest was ruthlessly suppressed by Fu Chengmao in the end, the seed of doubt had been planted.

Not everyone was fooled. The Shaman Woman and the immortal-looking man saw through the Program Group’s tricks. But firstly, they wanted to see if it was true; secondly, participating in the show meant they wanted it to blow up. With the Program Group and soldiers to take the fall if things went wrong, why fear?

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