One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

On the table next to them were also a feast of sweet and sour pork, stewed pork with minced pork, chicken stew with mushrooms, sauerkraut and blood sausage...

This is absolutely the highest-level Northeastern Chinese banquet!

"Come on, come on! Don't be shy! Eat up!"

Guan Shihua greeted them warmly.

She was carrying a huge bowl, bigger than her face, filled with strong liquor.

"Old Celestial Master! Celestial Pivot Immortal! This old woman will drink this cup to the last drop! A toast to your two gracious assistance!"

After saying that, Grandma Guan tilted her head back and downed half a bowl of strong liquor in one gulp, without changing her expression.

"Great! That's satisfying!"

Zhang Tianyi is also a person who enjoys drinking.

Without saying a word, he picked up the large bowl in front of him, clinked it against Guan Shihua's, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ha! This liquor is strong! It's potent!"

The old master chuckled and took a sip of wine while eating sweet and sour pork: "Guan girl, we've had our wine. As for the matter of our ancestors, let's go and see them tonight after we've eaten and drunk our fill."

"Hey! Hey! Thank you so much, Master!"

On another table.

Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and others were being frantically toasted by several burly men from Northeast China.

"Brother! When you come to Northeast China, you're a guest! Deep feelings mean bottoms up! Drink up!"

Wang Ye held his wine cup, his eyes glazed over, feeling as if he could already see his ancestor beckoning to him.

"Brothers... I really can't drink anymore..."

"Ugh~"

Although Zhuge Qing maintained his elegance, his tie was already askew, and his face was as red as Guan Yu's.

"May Zhuge Liang bless us... Isn't this liquor a bit too strong?"

Only Xiao Zizai sat upright, holding a pair of chopsticks, intently staring at the plate of white meat in front of him.

"Amitabha Buddha, the Northeast is truly a place that makes one's appetite so strong."

Chen Duo and Feng Baobao completely let loose and let loose.

The two of them each grabbed a large goose leg and gnawed on it until their faces were covered in oil.

"Sister Bao'er, this is delicious." Chen Duo handed over a piece of sweet and sour pork.

"Mmm, sweet and sour, it's great." Feng Baobao swallowed it in one gulp.

After several rounds of drinks, the atmosphere had reached its peak.

Zhang Chulan felt a bit tipsy and his bladder was about to burst.

He stood up unsteadily, pushing away several older men from Northeast China who were still offering him drinks:

"I can't take it anymore... I need to pee, I need to go find a restroom to relieve myself..."

Zhang Chulan stumbled along the corridor toward the backyard of the farmhouse.

This is the inner hall of the shamanic practice.

Besides the main hall in front for entertaining guests, the backyard is a series of interconnected side rooms and auxiliary halls.

Zhang Chulan had just finished relieving himself and splashed some cold water on his face, feeling his mind clear up a little.

He was humming a little tune, preparing to return to the hall along the same route to continue his drinking contest.

Sudden.

As he passed a secluded side hall, he heard a chewing sound.

"Crack...crack...snap..."

The sound of him eating was incredibly satisfying.

"Huh? Who is it? Everyone's enjoying a big feast up front, who's hiding here eating alone?"

Fueled by alcohol, Zhang Chulan's curiosity was piqued.

He tiptoed to the door of the side hall and peeked inside.

The main lights were off in the side room; only two red candles were lit in the corner.

There was a small, square table set up.

And next to the table...

"Oh?"

Zhang Chulan grinned, his face showing a simple and honest expression, and muttered to himself:

"Did the rabbit escape from the kitchen? Did it come here to steal food?"

"But...aren't rabbits supposed to eat grass? Are the rabbits in Northeast China really this hardcore? They eat meat and gnaw on bones?"

"No wonder this is the black soil; even the rabbits here look so fierce!"

The more Zhang Chulan looked at the chubby white rabbit, the cuter it seemed.

He pushed open the door, staggered in, and wore a silly grin on his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, little white rabbit, white and white, with two ears standing up..."

"You love eating bones and meat dishes. Come here, let your big brother touch you..."

As he spoke, Zhang Chulan reached out and touched the little white rabbit...

Chapter 154 Little Wu, the Fierce Rabbit of Northeast China! And there's another one named Tang San?!

With a lecherous grin on his face, Zhang Chulan grabbed the round bottom of the white rabbit.

"Oh, it's so soft..."

However, he hadn't even finished saying his praise.

The little white rabbit, who was happily munching on a braised pork bone, suddenly froze.

next second.

The little white rabbit slowly turned its head.

Immediately afterwards, before Zhang Chulan could even react, a rough Northeastern accent rang out…

"Holy shit!"

"Which bastard dares to touch my butt?!"

The voice was powerful and deafening!

"Holy...holy shit?!"

Zhang Chulan was so startled that he was jolted awake by the shout, which instantly sobered him up considerably.

He stared wide-eyed at the fluffy little white rabbit in front of him, his head buzzing.

The rabbit spoke?!

And it's a masculine voice?!

This is absolutely outrageous!

Before Zhang Chulan could recover from his shock...

The little white rabbit was already angry.

"You dare take advantage of me? You're asking for it!"

Then the rabbit kicked its two legs hard off the table.

With a "whoosh," its round body spun around in mid-air.

A furry rabbit foot, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, kicked Zhang Chulan in the chest!

"boom!"

A muffled thud.

"Oh my mom!"

Zhang Chulan felt a heavy blow to his chest and was sent flying backward.

He fell heavily into the yard outside the door.

He fell flat on his back, looking quite disheveled.

"Hiss... Is this a rabbit leg or a spring...?"

Zhang Chulan clutched his chest, wincing in pain.

He got up from the ground and shook his head, which was feeling a little dizzy.

That surge of anger, fueled by drunkenness, suddenly flared up.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Chulan pointed to the entrance of the side hall, his face flushed with anger:

"I, a descendant of the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain and the champion of the Luotian Grand Ceremony! Today, I was actually kicked away by a rabbit?!"

"If this gets out, how will I, Zhang Chulan, ever face anyone in the world of supernatural beings again?!"

"What's wrong with rabbits? Rabbit, I'll teach you a lesson today!"

Then, the plump white rabbit swaggered out of the side hall.

It actually walks upright on its two hind legs!

It even clenched its two front paws in front of its chest, its eyes full of provocation.

"You damned rabbit, I'm going to skin you alive and make gloves from your skin today!"

Zhang Chulan was feeling the effects of the alcohol.