The unscrupulous Taoist looked at Wang Ermazi's mouth and poured water and sobering soup, but it was useless.

In the end, the monk Budai had a solution. He took out half a pot of old wine from his dirty big pocket, slapped Wang Ermazi, and poured it wildly.

Wang Ermazi immediately became energetic. He opened his big mouth full of yellow teeth, poured it into his mouth with big mouths, and the wine flowing down from the air.

“…good…good wine…”

"I haven't drunk it for a long time... such a pure old wine..."

"Tsk tsk...What kind of wine is this? It's dry and has a long aftertaste, refreshing and refreshing, clearing the lungs and moistening the intestines... What a familiar taste..."

Suddenly, Wang Ermazi jumped up from the ground and ran into the forest.

"Wait, Wang Ermazi, why are you running? Don't want to drink anymore, right?" The unruly Taoist chased after him in anger.

"Thief Taoist priest, crazy monk, why are you again? Don't follow me! Don't follow me... Last time I was killed by you two and almost lost my life. You came to me this time and there must be nothing good..."

Wang Ermazi ran like a rabbit, so how could he feel drunk?

The unscrupulous Taoist chased him in a hurry from behind.

Lin Yi was surprised and funny and waited and watched.

The monk Budai was carrying a wine pot and slowly followed behind. He curled his thick lips and said with contempt: "Wang Ermazi, just run away. I see where you can go. After taking a sip of old wine, you don't know what your surname is? I don't know you yet? One sip of wine, pour ten steps. How many sips of wine have you just drunk? Do I want me to give you the remaining half bottle of old wine?"

Wang Ermazi, who was running like a rabbit in front, suddenly turned around and looked at the Budai Monk with greed eyes.

"Okay, crazy monk, throw me the wine pot!"

"Tsk, think beautifully."

The monk Budai teased and said, "You want to drink, come back."

The words of Budai Monk seemed to have some kind of magic. Wang Ermazi really stopped running away. He turned around and passed by the unscrupulous Taoist. He returned the same way and rushed towards Budai Monk straight, staring at the wine pot in Budai Monk's hand without blinking.

He was about to catch the damn Wang Ermazi, but he slipped away from him. Wuliang Taoist was so angry that he was so angry.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Wang Ermazi pounce in front of the Budai Monk and reached out to grab the wine pot in the Budai Monk's hand.

The monk Budai laughed and raised the wine pot in his hand high.

Wang Ermazi was short and thin, and he couldn't reach the wine pot even on tiptoe, so he was so anxious that he jumped straight.

"Crazy monk, hurry up! Give me the wine... I'm going to get sick again..."

As he said this, Lin Yi suddenly keenly smelled a foul stench from Wang Ermazi.

This stench seemed to be a rotten corpse, the smell of rotten smell radiating.

When Lin Yi looked at Wang Ermazi again, he found that the old man with a messy head was washed by the wine, and his face was dotted with pockmarks. He was really the veritable Wang Ermazi.

However, at this time, the numb face was covered with purple color, and a breath of death enveloped his whole body.

The Budai Monk naturally smelled the stench on Wang Ermazi. He frowned and stared at Wang Ermazi, and said angrily: "Old Mazi, do you want to be like this for the rest of your life without a human being or a ghost?"

Wang Ermazi smiled bitterly, fell to the feet of the Budai monk with soreness and weakness, and said decadently: "What else can I do? We have all suffered a curse. You two are lucky and have only their cultivation level sealed. But I suffered a curse of death. Not only did I lose all my cultivation level, I also got infected with a bad disease. Once I got sick, my body smelled extremely smelly..."

Suddenly, Wang Ermazi's face became ferocious, his eyes were red, and he stared at the Budai Monk and the Wuliang Taoist fiercely, and shouted hysterically: "Do you know how I came from these five hundred years? In order to curb the rehabilitation of the disease, I have to drink every day... I don't drink alcohol, and I have to get back to the disease. In order not to make people dislike, I get into the pig pen and share the same trough with the pig... I share the same trough with the pig... You don't know this feeling of life being worse than death..."

Lin Yi's heart moved slightly. No wonder Wang Ermazi's feet were covered with pig manure, and black mane was covered with black mane in the cracks between his fingernails and toenails.

It turned out that as soon as he was sick, he got into the pigpen...

"Hahaha……"

Wang Ermazi laughed wildly, and two lines of clear tears flowed out from his deep eyes.

"In the past, I was also a generation of Martial King, and I also had my own tribe and descendants. But now, I have lost all my cultivation and have suffered from severe illness. My descendants and great-grandchildren drove me out of the tribe and let me die..."

"...I don't know if I am dead or alive... My Wang Ermazi was born to stand tall. When I was in my old age, I was displaced and could not return to my home..."

Everyone has their own story. Some people's stories are exciting, some people's stories are enviable, and some people's stories are sympathetic...

The story of Wang Ermazi is the last one. He once reached the sky in one step and stood at the top of the world. He suddenly encountered an accident and fell from the bottom of the valley. He lost all his cultivation, suffered from bad diseases and was despised. He was not as good as death.

When Wang Ermazi heard that he was full of bitterness, the Budai Monk stopped teasing him and threw the wine pot into his hands.

Wang Ermazi grabbed the wine pot and raised his head and drank wildly.

Lin Yi has seen countless people who drink in his life, but he has never seen such a person who is addicted to alcohol.

Wine is like his life.

Half a pot of old wine was enough for five kilograms, and Wang Ermazi drank it all in the blink of an eye.

He burped for a long time, and two blemishes appeared on his face, which was full of pockmarks. Wang Mazi was completely different from the previous one. This man was full of spirit, and even the pockmarks on his face were shining brightly.

Wang Mazi looked at the unscrupulous Taoist and the Budai Monk, and laughed: "Two old friends, don't you come to the end of the day? Is it because you are here in Huangquan this time? Are you here to attend the Hundred Tribes Conference again?"

"The Bird Eggs' Conference!"

The unscrupulous Taoist said angrily: "The two of us are here this time, and we are here to find you. Lao Mazi, I am helping us two of us once and taking us into the Void Spirit Tower..."

Before the unscrupulous Taoist finished speaking, Wang Mazi waved his hand and said, "Old guy, don't mention it. Even if you beat me to death, I won't go to that kind of ghost place anymore. It was because I was encouraged by you two old bastards that I entered that place. But as a result, my baby's hair was not taken away, and my cultivation was lost. I was plagued by a serious illness and became neither human nor ghost... If I didn't go, I wouldn't go to death... I wouldn't go anything..."
Chapter completed!