Playing a DPS Role with Absolute Defense-Chapter 150 - 148: Master Bao’s Divine Level Gear!

Chapter 150: Chapter 148: Master Bao’s Divine Level Gear!

However, as for Bai Yuanhao’s arrival, Tu Hongwu didn’t pay attention to him but instead looked at Su Mo, seeing his hesitant expression and directly said:

"Hey! You kid even dislike your master now. Do you know that the gourd in your hand contains something that many people can’t even get a taste of despite begging me?

Ask Old Gongsun, when he came to ask me for wine, I had to carefully pour it. But for you, I gave you the whole gourd, yet you still resent it!

If you don’t want to drink, hand it over, your master will drink it himself."

As he spoke, Tu Hongwu reached out to grab the wine gourd from Su Mo’s hand.

However, upon hearing that the gourd’s contents are valuable, Su Mo quickly hid the wine gourd behind him, his eyes gleaming as he looked at Tu Hongwu and said:

"Master, what are you talking about. How dare I dislike you? Mainly, our teacher said it’s not very sanitary... By the way, master, what’s the use of the wine in your gourd?"

Seeing that he couldn’t snatch back the gourd, Tu Hongwu snorted coldly: "If it’s not sanitary, don’t drink it. You dislike me, and I still dislike you. As for what effect, if you don’t drink, don’t ask foolishly. If you want to know, just take a sip yourself."

Seeing his master’s small tantrum, Su Mo felt helpless, then turned his head to look at the White War God, only to see Bai Yuanhao holding a giant egg, looking displeased in this direction.

Su Mo quickly shrunk back his neck and dared not speak. After all, even the usually gentle White War God seemed like this now; how annoyed he must be inside was imaginable.

As for why Bai Yuanhao was upset, Su Mo dared not ask. Mainly because he suspected the matter was 80% related to him, and the remaining 20% was definitely related to him.

With this thought, Su Mo briskly ran to Gongsun Mu, who was forging iron, and said: "Artisan God senior, I want to ask what effect my master’s wine actually has."

Gongsun Mu’s forging hammer slammed down heavily, making a bang sound, and sending out a violent airflow, causing Su Mo to step back two steps, lightly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and chuckled:

"Want to know the effect, old man here hasn’t had wine for a while, go ahead, pour me a bowl, and I’ll tell you what it does."

As he spoke, a giant ocean bowl appeared in Gongsun Mu’s hand and was handed to Su Mo, indicating to pour wine for him.

Su Mo glanced at Gongsun Mu, who had white hair and beard but muscular body, then looked at the ocean bowl in his hand, which was bigger than his own head, and finally his gaze fell on the palm-sized gourd in his hand, speechless for a moment.

After a while, Su Mo saw Gongsun Mu still hadn’t retracted the ocean bowl, he couldn’t help but speak up: "Artisan God senior, did you pick up the wrong bowl?"

"Old Tu, you really didn’t pick the wrong apprentice, his personality is just carved out of the same mold as yours."

"Look who’s the mentor, if he’s not like me, who else would he resemble."

"Yes, just like you, stingy, forget it, I already knew you master and apprentice were such people. I won’t have the luck to drink this wine, anyway, this job is tedious, can’t do it anymore, whoever wants to forge the weapon can forge."

With that, Gongsun Mu tossed the forging hammer to the ground, making a scene of giving up.

Hearing this, Su Mo quickly took two tissues from his system space, wiped the mouth of the gourd repeatedly until he confirmed the saliva was wiped clean, then with a smile on his face, took up the gourd and gently poured it into the ocean bowl in Gongsun Mu’s hand.

The gourd’s mouth slightly tilted, the blood-red wine emitted a faint glow as it flowed down the gourd’s mouth.

Originally, Su Mo intended to pour just a little as a gesture since Gongsun Mu’s bowl was bigger than his head; even if four gourds were poured in, it wouldn’t fill one bowl.

But unexpectedly, the wine in the gourd poured out continuously down the angle of Su Mo’s slightly tilted hand.

Within moments, the bowl, larger than Su Mo’s head, was filled with blood-red wine.

The faint wine aroma was mixed with a smell of blood, which made Su Mo doubt what his master made the wine from.

"Hey, you kid may be as stingy as your master, but your cheekiness isn’t thick enough. Just a few words and you started giving me the old man wine, not bad, not bad, don’t follow your master’s example in the future, understand?"

Saying this, Gongsun Mu brought the wine bowl to his mouth and drank it as if it was water, the red wine flowing into his stomach with a series of gulps.

In just a moment, Gongsun Mu finished the whole bowl of wine, gently wiped the wine off his beard, and let out a hearty burp and laughed thrice:

"Hahaha, refreshing. You kid you’re alright, since you’re so eager to know, I’ll tell you then.

This gourd is a functional divine artifact, its function is to absorb the corpses of alien races and turn them into wine, the higher the level of the alien race, the better the wine’s effect."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo was shocked, then quickly interrupted him to ask: "Is, is this wine made from corpses?"

As soon as Su Mo spoke, before Gongsun Mu could answer, Tu Hongwu glanced over with dissatisfaction:

"What’s wrong, any problem? Alien races can eat our human race, so why can’t we eat alien races? Just like eating pork or chicken, is there any issue?

Didn’t we use snakes and centipedes for brewing in the past too!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Upon hearing this, Su Mo felt like there wasn’t anything wrong, and nodded silently without speaking.

Gongsun Mu wasn’t pleased with Tu Hongwu’s interruption, glanced at him, then continued:

"The wine’s effects are also graded, for divine level corpses, drinking it under level 90 heals all injuries instantly.

Under level 80, it can also enhance constitution, increase vitality, strength, like what you just poured for me, was equivalent to half a divine level."

Hearing this, Su Mo felt a bit distressed, even though he seemed not to need these attributes, he still felt a sense of loss.

"Haha, kid, feeling distressed now? Let me tell you, you’re feeling it too soon, you’ll feel even more so later.

On the previous battlefield, your master killed the most enemies, so this gourd has always been under his care.

But now this gourd should be under your care, so pouring that wine for the old man was actually yours."

After hearing these words, Su Mo was petrified on the spot; he initially thought even though he lost half a divine level, drinking the rest himself wasn’t a loss, after all, it was picked up for free.

But now knowing that both the wine and the gourd were directly his, it was like picking up 100 bucks, giving 50 to a friend, only to find when he got home, that the 100 he picked up was the money he dropped himself.

"Mo, come, give the old man another bowl, just one isn’t satisfying enough."