A play is like life, the song ends.

Grief, pain, frustration, helplessness, countless negative emotions gather in the heart, giving people a splitting headache.

After a short silence, three voices sounded from below the stage.

Uniform applause.

An inaudible sigh.

The impatient drinking sound.

Zhang Wuji was not in a hurry to pick up the wine glass in front of him. He raised his head and saw the reactions of all the audience under the stage, and he suddenly felt a little worried in his heart.

There was no movement among the local guests, the big red-robed monk sitting in the middle, and the man with a sword in the corner whose appearance was hidden under a bamboo hat.

As for herringbones, those monks who came early and sat closer to the front rarely raised their glasses to drink. Although I couldn't see their faces clearly, the clapping movements in unison had exposed the fact that they had lost their minds.

As for the sighs, most of them came from the middle of the audience. Most of these guys looked pale and had a little panic in their eyes, but no one got up and left.

Finally, there is the last table where Zhang Wuji and Li Shimo are sitting. The monks here are basically still in a state of ignorance, and they are all eager to savor the taste of this soul-living brew. Many people are intoxicated, obviously enjoying it very much.
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There was a beeping sound in his ears, and Zhang Wuji turned around to see that Li Shimo was drinking heavily.

"Ah, so refreshing."

"It's really more delicious than the apricot blossom stuffed rice from the Xinghua School outside our mountain gate."

"Brother Wuji, don't you want to drink?"

Li Shimo's eyes wandered between Zhang Wuji's face and his wine glass, and he seemed to be still unsatisfied.

Zhang Wuji naturally would not give him this opportunity.

His slender fingers grasped the rusty bronze wine glass in the latter's disappointed eyes, picked it up and took a sip.

Cool to the core.

My heart is soaring!

Such a line came to Zhang Wuji's mind for no apparent reason.

It was as if a ball of fruity flavor had been stuffed into his mouth, and a refreshing and refreshing feeling rushed straight into his mind. The pain and troubles caused by the ghost show immediately disappeared. The sudden sage mode caught him off guard, and he couldn't help but sigh.
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The next moment, a trace of desire arose in his heart.

It would be nice to have more good things like this!

Seeing that there was still more than half of the clear liquid in the cup, Zhang Wuji's eyes were filled with longing.

Wrong!

There was a faint sound of swords in his mind, and Zhang Wuji suddenly woke up. Although the wine in the glass was still tempting, it no longer had the strong appeal just now.

Running the Sword Sutra of Creation to maintain his consciousness, Zhang Wuji drank it all in one gulp.

"Does it feel good?"

Li Shimo quickly asked.

Zhang Wuji nodded.

"Brother Wuji, I have a bold idea."

Zhang Wuji listened slightly, and Li Shimo looked around to make sure there were no ghosts eavesdropping, and then whispered: "Should we sneak over and have a few more sips?"

He followed Li Shimo's finger and saw that it was the area with only a few tables.

The table is the same table, but the silver wine glasses on the table are obviously much more exquisite and luxurious.

"What should I do if a kid blocks the road?"

"I have observed that when the opera is going on, the little ghosts are completely unconscious. It seems that this ghost opera is beneficial to their cultivation. They are all busy practicing, and there will be no troublesome ghosts."

"Maybe it's brewed from a soul that has been separated for thousands of years. You can find wealth and wealth in danger, so why don't you do it?"

Just as he was talking, a sonorous voice came from the briefly closed stage. The curtain opened, and several ghosts like soldiers appeared. The leader gave everyone a fist and drank with a strong voice.

: "Please also listen to the song 'Wang Guiying takes command'!"

"Err~"

Li Shimo winked at Zhang Wuji and was about to stand up. Then he let out a strange scream and sat back down.

Zhang Wuji looked at him doubtfully.

Li Shimo bared his teeth and sighed: "I just said, why don't these grandsons who came before go? It turns out that the power of earth and yin has locked everyone's lower body, and they can't escape!"

Zhang Wuyi moved his feet, but he didn't feel anything.

"Alas, I am the only one who is being clever and underestimates the heroes of the world. Master, I, Li Shimo, have not inherited your peerless talents and only pursue these crooked ways. I am ashamed... eh eh eh!"
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Zhang Wuji couldn't stand this guy's nagging anymore, so he stood up and picked this guy up.

"Let's go!"

Li Shimo was dumbfounded when Zhang Wuji lifted him up and put him behind the seat.

He rubbed the back of his head and subconsciously took a few steps forward. Then he felt something was wrong. He turned around and asked in a shocked voice: "Brother Wuji, aren't you an undercover agent sent by the ghosts?"

"Are you specifically trying to trick an innocent fairy boy like me who doesn't understand anything?"

An undercover agent is an undercover agent.

Anyway, they weren’t sent by ghosts.

"If you don't leave, I will."

Zhang Wuji strode toward the area with a sudden stride, and Li Shimo immediately followed him, shouting.

In just over ten steps, the two of them arrived at the target location.

After looking around, Zhang Wuji chose to sit at the table next to the man in red robe.

The latter just glanced at the two of them lightly, then withdrew his gaze and concentrated on listening to the play.

However, just such a look made Zhang Wuji feel alarmed and his muscles tensed up. This person's cultivation was unfathomable, far beyond his own, and he was at least a Nascent Soul major cultivator.

And secretly observing his aura, he does not look like a person on the right path.

"Brother, why don't you move a little bit?"

Li Shimo said tremblingly, turning his back to the red-robed monk and not daring to take another look.

Zhang Wuji ignored him and sat down directly. Although there was no one at this table, the silver wine glass was still full of Lihun Brewing. The aroma of the cup he drank before was richer and obviously of better quality.

He didn't hesitate and drank it all in one gulp.

Burp~

So cool.

It's a bit like the Kuoluo I haven't had in many years.

There was the rhythmic sound of opera in his ears, and his mind was completely empty at this moment. It was a good time to practice. Zhang Wuji stopped paying attention to Li Shimo's thoughts, closed his eyes and started to run the Sword Sutra of Creation.

This underworld environment is extremely suitable for cultivating the power of death.

Looking inside the sea of ​​Qi, two kinds of Qi, one black and one white, do not interfere with each other, like two sleeping dragons, entwining each other and moving slowly. With the movement of the Sword Sutra of Creation, the black Qi seems to be slightly active.

At this time, the sword-carrying monk who seemed to be falling asleep gently held his bamboo hat, and then fell into silence again.

I don’t know how long he had been practicing, but Zhang Wuji finally opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was Li Shimo's pale and depressed face. This guy's eyes were full of fear, and he sat opposite Zhang Wuji like a little quail.

Hmm?

What happened to Little Plum?

Zhang Wuji was confused for a moment, and then he figured out the reason.

At this time, the Dizihao area was actually filled with people, no, ghosts.

But at the table occupied by the two of them, a table-sharer sat uninvited.

White face, red eyes, long tongue, black clothes.

A hanged ghost.
Chapter completed!