"Yes."
Chen Cang nodded, his face gloomy as he walked toward the dining table where Tang Ming was seated and said, "Tang Ming, I even bought you such expensive Lingzhi, but you gave me a switcheroo. You're not being honest."
"Switched? Isn't it all in this plastic bag?"
Tang Ming pointed to the plastic bag and said.
"In here?"
Chen Cang was quick and snatched a piece of Lingzhi from Tang Ming's hand, only to let out a terrible scream.
He released the Lingzhi and looked at his hand in agony, his palm that had grabbed the Lingzhi was already rotting away, bubbling with a sizzling noise, and the white bones beneath the flesh were visible.
"Ah, my stomach hurts so bad... I'm dying!"
Tang Ming also roared, then collapsed onto the dining table, foam spilling from his mouth, looking every bit the part of someone poisoned.
