As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 170 Guess who I am?

"A bug turns into a butterfly?"

"Shy butterfly?"

Mingchen paused when he heard this. He was not a fool. After thinking for a while, he thought of someone in an instant.

He only said this to children.

"As old gods are forgotten, new gods arise."

"Even immortals and gods have desires."

"The Nine-Layered Heaven Palace is another world."

"I once built a bridge of flowers to ferry a million soldiers across, and I also led the dead through the gates of death..."

While Mingchen was thinking, the old lady neither admitted nor denied it. She just smiled and told him a riddle.

At the same time, her figure transformed.

His hunched body gradually straightened up, his eyes were watery, and his voice was light and ethereal.

As time goes back, her face seems to regain its youth little by little, becoming more delicate and beautiful.

But at the same time, her figure gradually became illusory, and her face became blurred, as if she was not in this space.

Little by little...disappeared.

"guess who I am?"

Until the end, she blinked at Mingchen, said a few words, and never saw him again.

A gentle breeze blew, and the food on the table that was swept off by the wind was still warm, but the flowers in the yard turned into stars and disappeared.

Everything seems like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Only the drunk one-eyed drunk was still lying on the table, as if he had entered into a wonderful dream, with a smile on his lips.

"Sir, who is she?"

The bird was also a little confused and couldn't help asking Mingchen.

Mingchen shook his head: "I don't know."

He is not an omniscient and omnipotent God, so it is impossible for him to know everything.

"But... maybe I'll know after I go back and study it."

"Oh……"

"Sir, I seem to have learned a magical power."

……

Despite the special events that took place, the night passed quickly.

The next day, the sun rose, and the broken sunlight shone into the house through the gaps in the window.

The unconscious drunk frowned and slowly opened his one eye.

"Are you awake?"

In the dim light, a handsome face came into view.

"kindness?!"

When his consciousness returned, Ye Wuzui's eyes suddenly widened, and he jumped up from the table.

“What…what…is going on?”

He had a wonderful dream that was indescribable and beyond imagination.

It was the first time I slept so soundly and the first time I was so drunk.

His mind was in a mess, he didn't know what was going on, and he couldn't remember the person in front of him.

I just subconsciously want to protect myself.

Mingchen leaned back in his chair and looked at him with a smile: "Why, after a few drinks, Brother Ye forgot about me?"

"You are... Oh!"

"Brother Chen!"

Even though I'm drunk, I still haven't lost my memory.

As consciousness gradually returned, memories echoed in my mind.

Ye Wuzui also remembered the name of this young brother.

"Well? What about the aunt?"

"Brother, what happened last night?"

"I'm actually drunk..."

Ye Wuzui shook his head and looked at the empty rooms and yards around him.

He couldn't help but ask Mingchen in confusion.

Mingchen shrugged: "I don't know either. I drank a glass of wine and got drunk."

Mingchen himself was also quite confused and couldn't explain it clearly, so he simply stopped talking.

"what?"

"You even had a drink?!"

"What smell?"

"Grandma, why did I just lie down?!"

"What's the name of that wine?"

"This lady is truly amazing! She must be some kind of winemaking master! I've never smelled anything so fragrant in my life!"

"What about the wine?!"

When the wine was mentioned, Ye Wuzui shuddered violently and became completely sober.

He immediately shifted his gaze and looked carefully at the table, as if trying to find the wine jar that looked quite old.

But nothing was found.

He couldn't help but widen his eyes, looked at Mingchen anxiously, and asked a lot of questions.

Mingchen: ...

"She told me that the name of the wine is Drunken Flower Language."

"As for the rest, I don't know."

When the other party left, the mysterious wine was also taken away.

Mingchen is not a person who likes drinking. It is okay to give it to Sister Dai as a gift. He doesn't mind if she takes it away.

"what?"

"This this……"

"aunt?!"

"aunt?!"

Ye Wuzui felt a little unwilling when he heard this.

He shouted loudly, and his voice echoed in the house, but no one responded and he rushed out the door.

The beautiful flowers from yesterday disappeared, and everything seemed like a dreamlike Peach Blossom Spring.

He ran out as if he didn't believe it, and asked everyone he met about the old lady's whereabouts.

only……

……

“Damn it!” “Damn it!”

"I'm so damned good!"

On the way, the one-eyed man cursed hysterically, and unconsciously raised his hand and slapped his mouth.

"Why are you drunk?!"

"Why didn't I even get a sip of wine?!"

How intoxicated I was last night, how regretful I am today.

What a shame!
Who can stand the smell of it making you drunk?

The old lady yesterday seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He asked around in the village, but no one knew her.

People said that the house had been abandoned for a long time and the people living there had died long ago.

This made Ye Wuzui confused.

If it weren't for Mingchen's evidence, he would have thought he was dreaming!
After experiencing this mysterious event, he was no longer interested in the old lady's identity, or the stories about gods and ghosts.

The only thing he felt extremely upset about was that he didn't drink that sip of wine.

My intestines are full of regret.

Mingchen shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Ye, you've been saying this all along."

This guy likes drinking better than Sister Dai.

"Brother Chen! Please describe to me what that wine tastes like! I'll have something to think about!"

"Brother, you can really drink!"

"I still call myself Wuzui~ You coward, I'll let you have that title from now on!"

Mingchen: ...

Is it possible that others don’t care about your title?

"Brother Ye, no matter how I describe it, you didn't get to drink it after all."

Mingchen said to him, "The more I say nice things, the more uncomfortable you become. It only adds to your troubles! How about just forgetting about it?"

Ye Wuzui was so anxious that he scratched his head and finally sighed: "Forget it, I have no fate with fine wine~"

Then, he seemed to remember something and turned his gaze to the wine gourd on Mingchen's waist: "But..."

"Brother Chen, please let me try this green bamboo wine again~"

Mingchen: ...

What kind of messed up subordinates has Wang Huai recruited?

Ye Wuzui is a human being, not a ghost. He just loves wine to the point of obsession. He is a bit peculiar. Maybe he will really become an alcoholic after he dies.

The clue on Ye Wuzui's body was completed in a daze yesterday when the old lady took out the wine.

There was only one reward, which was a set of martial arts called the Eight Styles of Drunken Immortal.

It's quite similar to the drunken boxing in the previous life. You can study it with Sister Dai.

It's quite handsome, but not very useful.

In a world where magic spells can be used to summon gods, this thing seems a bit useless.

At most, it would be of some use when Mingchen was fighting with mortals.

However, Mingchen still prefers to kill him directly with the jade stick.

Counting all the rewards I've received, this is the most useless one.

Mingchen was about to speak when the drunkard next to him begged, "Brother, it's the ball..."

"If you let me drink again, I'll be willing to work like a slave for you."

Mingchen: ...

"Brother Ye, I'm going to Xiaoyao City to meet an old friend."

"We have to go step by step to Xiaoyao City, right?"

"I'm familiar with Xiaoyao City!"

"Well, brother, go buy two horses nearby and I'll take you to Xiaoyao City. We'll be there in two days."

"The road ahead isn't safe either. I'm confident I have some skills, so I can keep you safe!"

Whether he wanted to be a bodyguard or just wanted to eat and drink for free, only Ye Wuzui himself knew.

However, Mingchen did not object.

The alcoholic is not as simple as he appears.

This guy is interesting, it wouldn't hurt to make friends with him.

……

While chatting with Ye Wuzui on the way, Mingchen also got a feel for the Blood Clothes Army's situation.

Mingchen sped along the way, not having the elegance he had when he was traveling with his sister Dai.

Soon they arrived at a towering city gate.

The flags on the city walls fluttered in the wind, and the soldiers wearing red turbans held their heads high and looked very dignified.

Xiaoyao City, the capital of the Blood-Clothed Da Qi.

Compared with the prosperous Yueyang City in Qianyuan, there is the majestic Qingcang City in Beilie.

There is a lack of heritage here, and the city looks a bit run-down.

But it is the capital after all, and it is much more prosperous than other cities along the way.

The clothes of the people passing by were mostly stained with blood.

"Here we are. How is it? Brother, did I not say anything wrong?"

During the two days, Mingchen and Ye Wuzui got along quite well.

Men have their own way of getting along with each other, and Mingchen was not as casual and frivolous as he was in front of Xiao Xinyue and Dai Jiejie.

The two entered the city. The soldiers at the city gate saw Mingchen's outfit and wanted to stop him and ask him some questions.

But Ye Wuzui glanced at him and threw a token over.

The other party trembled suddenly, gave up his position in an instant, and invited the two to enter the city.

Mingchen smiled and said to Ye Wuzui: "Brother Ye's status is also extraordinary~"

Ye Wuzui sighed and said, "It's a bit of an idle position in the court. Brother Chen, please forgive me for making fun of you."

"Brother, to be honest... the Blood-Cloaked Army wasn't like this in the beginning."

The scenery of the capital city passed by behind him. Ye Wuzui lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know when it started, but it gradually changed."

At that time, sincere people shed their blood, vowed to wear blood on their armor, sacrifice their souls for peace, and bring a bright and sunny sky to the people of the world.

Time flies by.

The Blood-Clothed Army became increasingly powerful, so powerful that they occupied nearly half of Qianyuan's territory, and their leader was crowned king.

But somehow, as the population grew and the country was established, control was lost.

What happened in the village before was not an isolated case.

This is different from the world they imagined.

"Hey……"

"Sorry, brother, I talked too much."

The next moment, he came back to his senses and shook his head gently: "I don't know where to go to find your friend, brother?"

(End of this chapter)