C4 (1/2)

Upon hearing the voice, Chang Lou looked over and saw an old man with half a head of white hair slowly walking over.

The old village chief was very old, with white hair and a silver beard. He was leaning on an oily wooden staff. As he walked, he bent over like a dead tree that was swaying in the autumn wind, waiting for the final destruction of the years.

His eyes were dim and lifeless, and within his dead grey eyes, there was pity, sorrow, and sorrow … There was no happiness or joy, only vigilance and pity in the way he looked at Chang Lou.

”Brother, the Village Chief hates outsiders!” You must be careful when you speak! ” Little Tiger put down the chicken leg in his hand to remind Chang Lou, looking very serious.

Before Chang Lou could ask Little Tiger, the village chief came over with a wine gourd. ”Young man!” ”Are you interested in drinking with me?” His hand, which was like a branch, was trembling as he tried to pour the wine from the gourd into a wooden bowl. However, no matter how he poured the gourd, his mouth would always be by the side of the wooden bowl. The villagers would solemnly watch as the village chief poured the wine, but no one had any intention of helping.

In this small village, the chief poured wine with the dignity of a sacrificial ceremony. After he finished pouring wine, the drinking in the permanent residence became a ritual once again, holding the wine bowl with both hands.

Under the gaze of so many pairs of eyes, Chang Lou straightforwardly raised the bowl and finished it in one gulp.

The wine had just touched his lips when a sudden wave of nausea overcame him. Bitter – this wine was bitter – ten thousand times more bitter than the yellow lotus. sour – this wine was extremely sour – one mouthful was like drinking ten jars of aged vinegar. It was spicy – this wine was spicy and heart-wrenching as it entered every inch of one's flesh.

As the two gulps of wine entered his stomach, an image of an absolute beauty appeared in Chang Lou's mind. She often smiled, her smile full of charm.

Three mouthfuls of wine penetrated his heart. A black weapon appeared in Chang Lou's right hand. It was neither a sword nor a sword. Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the sword, converging into a lively and lifelike demon.

After four rounds of drinking, Chang Lou slowly unfurled the black bamboo scroll in his left hand. There were only two small words on it.

With five cups of wine, the brothel was no longer the brothel.

Seeing Chang Lou curl up and twitch on the ground, Little Tiger licked his tongue and asked the village head with a smile, ”Old man, who do you think this belongs to?”

The old elder raised his head to the sky, hidden by a thatched shed. The village chief stuffed the wine gourd into his mouth, took the wooden staff from the big man and slowly walked out. Even when he was outside, he could not see the complete picture of the world.

”Heaven Defying!” These two words were like a thunderbolt that dispersed the greed in Little Tiger's eyes.

”Leave it to me!” A young girl around seventeen or eighteen years old walked out of the silent crowd. After she finished her sentence, she hugged the building and left.

Seeing the young girl leaving with the house, Little Tiger tore off a rabbit leg and chewed it a few times before grumbling, ”Still not interesting!”

In the northwest corner of Chang Clan Village, there was a small courtyard next to a small bamboo forest. The courtyard was filled with blood-red Buried Soul Flowers.

This was the only surname of the Chang Clan Village, Li Xiaoxiao's residence.

Li Xiaoxiao had been picking the Soul Burying Flower in the yard all day long, but there was no sign of it. So where did the Soul Burying Flower go? In any case, Li Xiaoxiao was here day after day picking flowers and picking flowers, and she had never changed.

Chang Lou wasn't curious at all. He had only been here for a day, so how could he know about these things? It was because Li Xiaoxiao had told him a lot and the bowl of wine had also told him a lot.

”Here!” I'll give you a flower! ” Li Xiaoxiao gently patted off the dew on a Soul Burying Flower. She then folded it off and gave it to the house beside her that was quietly watching her pick flowers and scatter flowers.