[1] Transmigrated Into a World of Villains

Big Scarred Face sat opposite Feng Batian, pouring a glass of wine for him. Feng Batian sneered inwardly.

Big Scarred Face, unaware of Feng Batian's thoughts, poured himself a glass as well.

Speaking up, Big Scarred Face sighed, lifting his glass. "Chief, let me first offer you a toast. After drinking, I'll explain everything slowly."

Will he even live to hear it?

Feng Batian's breathing grew heavy.

Maintaining the mindset of not startling the snake, he lifted his glass, pretending to drink.

Meanwhile, Big Scarred Face toasted first.

Feng Batian: "......"

Very well.

He set his wine glass down. "My throat hasn't been feeling well these past few days. This wine is harmful."

Big Scarred Face was taken aback. "Then Chief, it's a bit awkward for you to just watch me drink alone."

"Awkward!" Feng Batian snorted coldly.

Big Scarred Face felt that the Chief seemed different tonight, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

Big Scarred Face continued drinking, one glass after another.

Feng Batian watched for a long time, and Big Scarred Face seemed fine.

Feng Batian: ??

Something didn't feel right.

Had this guy possibly taken an antidote in advance?

But soon, Big Scarred Face finished the jug of wine.

Feng Batian had drunk nothing.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, difficulty breathing, and a nauseatingly sweet taste in his throat. He spat out blood.

Big Scarred Face, who had been slightly tipsy, was startled to see Feng Batian like this. He sat up with a jolt and quickly stood up. "Chief, what's wrong? Why are you coughing up blood?"

His lips had turned a blackish-purple. "Chief, you—you're poisoned!"

Feng Batian felt intense discomfort, like being on fire. "You, Big Scarred Face, actually dared to poison me!"

Big Scarred Face, terrified, staggered back. "No, no, it wasn't me. I didn't do it."

Feng Batian vomited another three mouthfuls of blood.

"Take this."

A figure jumped through the window carrying a small bundle and stuffed something into Feng Batian's arms.

Feng Batian looked down to see a dark, soft object—hair?

"My little sister is a lucky star. It's said that a baby's birth hair can ward off evil and poison. Her hair is blessed with good fortune, so with this blessing, the King of Hell won't claim you."

[Brother is great! He's absolutely right! I won't claim him, hahaha!]

Her birth hair contained her spiritual energy, which could not only ward off evil but also detoxify him.

[Now Feng Batian's life is saved.]

Feng Batian looked up and, in the dim candlelight, saw the little girl on Di Zian's back.

Her big eyes were blinking at him.

At that moment, he felt a warm, soothing sensation enveloping him.