Who gave you permission to travel through time with Earth?

Chapter 59 6 glasses of wine

Everyone was on high alert, the air thick with the aroma of strong liquor. The first white cocktail had already been downed; the assassin who had chosen this color should have appeared to attack them.

But as time passed, Jiang Yu and Tie Zhao's bodies became stiff with tension, yet the entire tavern remained completely silent; the assassins mentioned in the rules did not even appear.

Fang Jin shifted her feet and placed them on the high stool footrest at the bar, sitting there lazily and casually, but the others remained highly tense, some even using their skills beforehand...

"Slurp..."

Fang Jin drank the second cup of black wine. This time, the wine was mellow and lingering, completely the opposite of the spicy and stimulating first cup. He was very satisfied with the wine, so much so that not a single drop spilled when he poured the cup on the ground.

"What are you doing?!"

Five minutes have passed.

Fang Jin interrupted, saying that he had been calculating the time by checking his pulse. The crowd's morale deflated like a punctured balloon; the first wave had passed so easily. Jiang Yu frowned and said:

"Could this be a blank round too?"

Having rules and tools but lacking the actors who should be part of the theme can also be interpreted as an incomplete version of the game, or a blank shot in the killing rounds, except that this incompleteness is a bit too specific.

"Who knows? Maybe the puppet's inventory hasn't been replenished? But we can't be sure that every five minutes of every cup is a blank, so everyone stay alert."

That being said, the spirit of the first attempt was weak, and the second attempt was exhausted. After drinking the second cup of black wine, there was no reaction for a long time. At the same time, feelings of discouragement and anticipation grew in everyone's hearts.

After the third cup of rice wine, Fang Jin's steps became increasingly unsteady, while the others had completely calmed down and even dispersed in twos and threes to chat and laugh.

"It seems the museum is in more disrepair than we imagined, which makes sense, otherwise why didn't Chen Yuanqing hold the museum and instead split his forces into two groups despite knowing there was a punitive expedition going on?"

Jiang Yu smiled too. News of her and the other five followers being on the first floor had already spread. While Da Shi and the others envied their luck, they were also pleasantly surprised that they had been lucky enough to be there as well.

"It just means Brother Fang will have to drink a few more glasses of strong liquor."

Fifteen minutes had passed, and it was time to drink the fourth glass of blue wine. Fang Jin couldn't help but blush, as he was finding it hard to suppress the effects of the alcohol.

Could it really be a spaceborne round? Is my luck finally turning around? Fang Jin, somewhat confused, took off her wine glass, a strange self-mockery creeping into her mind, and lowered her head to the rim, preparing to drink it all in one gulp…

...The floor is cracking.

Or rather, fine cracks appeared on the floor surface, and it slowly sank when pressed by a heavy object, so that the fourteen people standing on the ground had their feet gradually swallowed up by the wooden planks.

Fang Jin's pupils suddenly contracted. She realized that she had made a mistake. After hearing Jiang Yu say that the bartender was a puppet, she subconsciously thought that all assassins were puppets. But how could everything be done according to people's wishes?

The museum is alive... and so is this tavern. The furniture, the floor, the candles, the wine glasses—everything could be a killer. His act of drinking is what awakens some seemingly ordinary mechanism!

...So what did he awaken before?

"Everyone stay still! Heads down!"

Almost simultaneously, Fang Jin and Tie Zhao shouted loudly, and the lampshades on the top of the tavern suddenly shattered at the same time. The flickering dim yellow candlelight grew wildly into dozens of thin fire snakes, hissing and strangling towards the crowd!

Fang Jin noticed the abnormality on the ground, while the iron lampshade saw the lamplight trembling. The candle inside the lampshade gradually became agitated and eventually burned through the glass cover, bursting out wildly!

Some people instinctively obeyed and knelt down, while others subconsciously tried to run away, but their feet were already entangled in the sinking floor and the fine gray threads, and it would take time to break free!

Time, even a third of a second more, is fatal. The raging fire snake pierced his chest, abdomen, and skull, setting him ablaze from the inside out, turning him into a human torch in an instant!

"No……!"

They were wrong from the start. The first cup of white wine awakened the dust, and the second cup of black wine awakened the wooden planks. The tangled dust and the sinking floor silently restricted everyone's movements.

Then the third cup of yellow wine awakened the oil lamp, and the flames in the lamp intertwined into scorching bullets. With all the previous arrangements and preparations, the flames gathered strength and transformed into a snake, completing this unexpected and deadly surprise attack!

In the blink of an eye, six of the fifteen people present died. The six bodies burned amidst agonizing screams, and then their vocal cords were dried out in just a moment. Their upper bodies collapsed to the ground as if they had collapsed, breaking into a pile of charred ashes.

The fire snakes receded, all retreating into the dozen or so oil lamps surrounding the bar. It seemed that even if they were awakened, they needed to gather strength before launching an attack, as the flames accumulated in a short period of time were not enough to kill.

"Thump—!"

But Fang Jin slammed his fist on the table, reminding the stunned, kneeling masses that the three waves of assassins had chosen their timing perfectly—just as he drank his fourth glass of blue wine.

The liquor had already entered his mouth. He could bear it at first, but once the fifteen-minute limit was exceeded, the nature of the liquor changed, and it felt like a mouthful of sulfuric acid corroding his cheeks!

Fang Jin had to swallow the wine to awaken the fourth wave of assassins, otherwise that sip of blue wine would melt half of his head off within ten seconds, and everyone would be trapped in the fourth five-minute period forever!

By the way, this cocktail tasted so bad it made him want to throw up!

"Gurgle..."

Fang Jin drank the entire glass of blue wine, and then an indescribable dizziness surged into his brain. Fang Jin almost collapsed to the ground. The effect of this drink was even comparable to anesthesia, and he had already lost some consciousness.

But the fourth wave of attacks arrived almost instantly. Fang Jin was still recovering from the effects of the alcohol when a cold wind swept over the back of his head. He instinctively turned to the side and activated his lime skin to the maximum extent possible!

"clang--!"

Sparks flew around behind his head, a few landing on his shoulder. The burning heat gave Fang Jin a moment of clarity, and he rolled to the ground, dodging the next wave of sweeping blows.

Only then did he realize who the fourth wave of assassins was—it was the bartender behind the bar counter. But now, he was completely devoid of his previous calm and collected demeanor.

His eyes were stained blue, and he used the chisel for carving ice hockey balls as a weapon. He leaped onto the table like a marionette and pierced the brain of the nearest player with a backhand strike!

"That's foul! How can the bartender be a killer? The person serving the drinks should be absolutely neutral..."