From the ground came a rustling sound. The centipedes sprayed with the red wine became active and began to move, sending chills down my spine and making my hair stand on end.
After Tunjiu collected all the centipedes into his wine gourd, I ran over and used the flames of the Vermilion Bird to burn the area again. Once the black mist gradually dissipated, Tunjiu wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook the wine gourd, and judging by the sound, there was still quite a bit of wine inside.
“Let’s have a taste first,” Tunjiu said, uncapping the gourd. The rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air, intoxicating and thick, making everyone lick their lips in anticipation.
“Can I have a sip?” Shi Jian asked. Tunjiu took a drink himself, capped the gourd, and shook his head.
“This Three Poison Wine isn’t for ordinary people. Just one sip could be fatal.”
Shi Jian had no choice but to give up. Then we began circling the residential area, heading toward the building where I lived.
According to Shi Jian, the people from Brahma Sound were still waiting outside in the bus for my return, while the Break戒宗 had arrived more than ten days ago. This time, nearly fifty of them came. At first, they quarreled with the Brahma Sound group, then tried to forcibly enter the courtyard to seize the golden Buddha my cousin had become.
After Sima Ying intervened, both sides were on the verge of fighting. At that moment, Hu Tianshuo arrived just in time, and many members of the Ghost Burial Squad came over to stop them. But the two sides were still at odds. I heard that especially the few Green Ghosts in our courtyard were itching for a fight.
I sighed. As we spoke, we arrived at the left side of the building. Everyone stopped, and the eccentric old man looked around.
“We’ll stay here for now. Go inside first, but we’ll need your help to get in.”