Chapter 92 Gu Wine

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The day of the Dionysus Festival.

The resentment is condensed, the clouds cover the sun, and the world is dim.

It's noon.

On the contrary, fog gradually appeared in Xiaoshui City, and the siltation became deeper and lingering.

The streets and alleys were noisy, and the fog was crowded with people. Men, women, old and young, all with smiling faces printed in the same mold, facing the same direction - the Temple of Wine.

The lights in the sacred kiln are brightly lit.

The swaying light of the fire reflected the densely packed figures on the corridor around the deep well. They were all dignitaries in the city and the owners of various wine shops. However, if you look closely through the firelight, you will see that although each of them is human in shape, there are some inhuman features revealed at random, such as fangs and sharp teeth. Claws, long tails... all the demons and monsters looked at the altar at the bottom of the kiln in a majestic manner.

On the altar, the statue of Dionysus is still reclining with a cup in his hand, looking cool and unrestrained, but black spots inevitably creep up on his face. His expression, which was originally smiling at all the living beings in Xiaoshui, now looks a bit sinister and sarcastic.

In front of the statue.

A witch is dancing an exaggerated and magnificent dance.

The witch wears a painted Nuo mask, and her face cannot be seen clearly.

I saw her wearing a bright red robe, a dragon horn in her left hand, and a bell sword in her right hand. Her body was flexible and her movements were agile and quick.

He kept spinning and jumping on the altar.

Like a slowly blooming fire lotus.

It's dazzling to watch, confusing, and even more confusing.

The real person Qingping who originally presided over the ceremony was indeed good at rituals, but he was very old. How could there be such graceful dancers on the stage?

But if it wasn’t Yu Mei, who was on the stage?

…………

Lurking in the crowd.

Huan Die was a little restless.

For a while, its eyes were fixed on the witch dancing on the altar, and for a while, like all the larvae demon puppets hiding in the ring corridor, it carefully identified every face in the kiln.

where is it?

Who is it?

Yu Mei’s accomplice.

After Shuiyue Temple was burned to the ground, Huan Die finally determined that there was another force beside Yu Mei.

This force does not dare to challenge him head-on. It should not be strong, but it is cunning enough. It lurks in the dark like a poisonous snake, using the actions of its eyebrows as a cover to quietly accumulate venom in preparation for a fatal blow.

Just like myself before.

Huan Die also guessed the identity of his accomplice.

The illusion formation has no feedback from outsiders intruding, so this power should come from within the illusion.

Is he a rampant general left as a back-up?

Or a demon awakening in the chaos?

Now, what choice will they make?

Do you know how to avoid it?

Or risk death to rescue Yu Mei?

The phantom butterfly is not sure, but that does not prevent it from throwing out bait and setting a trap.

…………

time flies.

On the throne.

After some weird and complicated rituals.

The Dionysus Festival finally came to the most important part.

Select the chief drinker.

Just like thousands of reincarnations in the past.

The wine chief Hua fell into the Yan family.

Master Yanfang was so happy that he opened the wine cellar and dispersed throughout the city.

So this fine wine mixed with special "seasonings" was distributed from the wine kiln to the ring gallery, and then from the Wine Temple to the hands of everyone celebrating the festival in Xiaoshui.

Then the whole city celebrated together and drank together.

In the Dionysian Kiln.

Huandie gently stroked the wine glass.

Watching the people around me drink the wine in one gulp while laughing and laughing.

The original restlessness in my heart was relieved.

It leaned over and looked at Yumei, who was presiding over the ceremony of thanking the gods on the altar at the bottom of the kiln, with an inexplicable smile on its face.

Then retreat into a dimly lit corner.

Sip the wine slowly.

Be patient and calm.

Like a spider that has spun its web and is waiting for its prey to come.

…………

Huan Die felt to some extent how the Taoist priest once felt.

The trap was carefully laid, but the prey never showed up.

Yes.

Until the end of the entire celebration, Huan Die's imagined accomplice never appeared.

It walked out of the temple in a depressed mood.

at this time.

The fog gradually dissipated.

Standing on the high stone steps in front of the temple.

The mist-shrouded outline of the distant mountains, the nearby winding waterways, the rows of houses, and the lively crowds of people in the streets are all visible.

The blockage in the chest was eliminated in a moment.

It suddenly burst out laughing.

So what if there are ants hiding in the dark?

The demons all drank the poison wine, and the illusion was under their control!

All we have to do is swallow the Sophora japonica spirit, then use Gu wine to control the demons in the city and develop the race. Why not build a huge demon kingdom on this fertile soil!

Just as it was hesitating and full of thoughts, the crowd around it suddenly became noisy.

"Hey, look, there's someone."

"How did he get up there?"

"He seems to be a Taoist priest."

Huandie's heart skipped a beat, and she followed the sound.



On the high ridge of the Temple of Wine, Li Changan stood with his sword.

Under the dirty sky covered with black spots, his patched linen robe actually looked a little spotless.

The Taoist priest looked down from a high position.

He quickly found Huan Die's face that was extremely distorted by disbelief.

He gave the other person a big smile.

Throw down what you have prepared.

And then sent a warm but polite greeting:

"When Su Po'er comes, Mom will mess with Fak'er."



Huan Die was possessed.

His eyes were involuntarily attracted to the thrown object.

Wait for it to come to its senses.

That thing was actually in the palm of his hand.

Of course it knew something was wrong.

But an inexplicable heat seemed to be evaporating from its body, and this heat grabbed its eyeballs, causing it to focus firmly on the object in its palm.

A heart.

A bright red heart soaked with strong liquor.

Huan Die recognized the mass of flesh and blood in his hand, or in other words, he had eaten it countless times during these glorious spring days - it was the Tai Sui Demon's heart!

But shouldn’t the Tai Sui Demon be wiped out in the fire at Shuiyue Temple?

A vague idea arose in Huan Die's mind. This idea was so clear that the truth could be seen through just a layer of film. But before it could be pierced, a strong aroma of blood and wine suddenly burst out.

He opened his teeth arbitrarily, squeezed it through his throat, got into his stomach, and finally grabbed his intestines and pulled them hard.

"Gulu."

His internal organs made a series of noises, shouting the same word.

Hungry!

So hungry!

Crazy with hunger!

However, Huan Die was not actually hungry. Last night, in order to make up for the lack of essence, it forcefully swallowed the rodent iron into its stomach, and now it is still suffering from indigestion.

So for it, this hunger is more like an illusion, a dream that disappears in the blink of an eye.

But its expression became confused, and then distorted with horror.

I don't know when, the street became quiet, as if the excitement before was just like the hunger just now, it was just an illusion that I couldn't help but test.

The fog is about to dissipate, lingering thinly on the streets, making the whole city look like a bubble about to burst.

Huandie raised her head.

Seeing the surrounding, no, the whole city is full of red eyes.

Stare at yourself.

Staring at the flesh and blood in his hands.

As a demon, Huandie actually shuddered, and subconsciously activated the poisonous wine in the bellies of the people around him. However, there was another thing in the bodies of the people around him that overwhelmingly overpowered the illusion, and that was something more rooted in instinct—hunger.

"Gulu."

That was the howl in the belly of a woman on the stone steps. Her eyes stared straight at her, saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Her eyes got bigger and bigger, and the corners of her mouth became more and more cracked. Gradually, only the blood-red eyes and the sharp teeth were left on her face. A huge mouth with teeth.

"Gulu."

This is a tourist in the attic of a hotel on the street. He leans on the railing, puts his feet up, and desperately pokes his head out to look over. His neck is getting longer and longer, and he is winding down from the upstairs. His face is full of inexplicable longing.

"Gulu."

This was a baby in the arms of a woman on the street. He looked over from his mother's arms with wide eyes, especially because he couldn't see clearly, so he opened the densely packed eyes on his forehead, behind his ears, on his neck, on his elbows... Red eyes.

"Gulu."

A plague of sound generally spreads in the fog.

Gulu.

Gulu.

Gulu.



Huan Die finally broke through the membrane in his mind.

It looked back suddenly with a ferocious face.

behind.

In front of the gate of the Temple of Wine.

Yu Mei's side.

The two demon puppets had already laid their bodies in front of the temple.

Li Changan held the bell knife, wrapped it in green light, and cleanly cut away the imprisonment it left on Yu Mei's body.

"kill him!"

Huan Die shouted an order that was destined to be impossible to achieve.

The monsters hiding in the crowd woke up and swarmed up.

The Taoist responded with a teasing chuckle, clasped Yu Mei's shoulders, and took a small step back into the Temple of Wine.

immediately.

Evaporated into thin air and disappeared without a trace.

"Li Xuanxiao!!!"

In the shrill howl.

Huandie was crowded, no! The demon tide submerged.