Ying Gou's voice sounded in my mind, with deep contempt.
"Brother, that guy should have some sense. You just swallowed him up in one bite. I'm thinking of you."
I said to Ying Gou with some dissatisfaction.
Damn it, I had good intentions in waking you up to take a supplement, but I didn’t expect this guy to actually laugh at me.
"Humph, you are just a watchdog." Yinggou snorted coldly.
The next moment, I felt myself losing control of my body.
"The little guy seemed to have glanced at us just now. Did he feel something?" I said to Ying Gou.
Just when I was summoning Ying Gou, I noticed that the kid fishing on the lake seemed to be looking this way intentionally or unintentionally, which made me a little confused.
"Hmph, this small pond is his true body, so it's not surprising that he can detect it a little bit." Ying Gou said.
Hearing his words, I was stunned for a moment and said with some surprise: "He is the lake monster?"
But then I laughed again. This was just a small pond at most. Calling it a lake was a bit of a stretch.
But there is not much surprise, because I have known for a long time that in this world, mountains, lakes, and even flowers, plants, and trees will produce humanoid shapes at certain times.
I just didn't expect that the lake in front of me, so small, would actually have its own intelligence, and it would even transform into a human form.
This pond is his true body, so it's not surprising that he can sense my changes. After all, this is his territory.
"Brother, would you like to come up and get drunk?"
At this time, the man in the Huxin Pavilion greeted me again.
I smiled. If he knew that he was greeting Ying Gou, I don’t know what he would have planned.
Ying Gou also laughed, and the next moment, he took a step out and entered the pavilion.
Xiaobai did not follow her, because she knew that the person who controlled her body was no longer her master, but the one who frightened her.
Xiao Bai was a little bored. Now that that person had appeared, there was no need for him to take action here.
Xiaobai turned his head and glanced at the child fishing by the lake.
Although he didn't know whether this kid was an enemy, Xiaobai had a good impression of him and smiled at him.
Seeing Xiaobai smiling at him, the child's face immediately turned red, and then he lowered his head.
I came to the pavilion and took a look around. There were many calligraphy and paintings hanging in the pavilion, but neither Yinggou nor I had any research on this thing, so we couldn't tell whether it was good or bad at all.
But we all have a consensus, that is, the guy in front of us can really show off.
I sat down directly opposite that person.
He smiled, handed me a glass of wine, and then said: "I have been here for almost seventy years, and I am really lonely. Every ten years, that grandma will come in and have a drink with me.
But she has been the only one I have seen for so many years, and it is really lonely. It is rare for outsiders to come in here."
Entering this weird space, the five guys in front of me are like trash in my eyes.
But the man in front of me, and the kid fishing, are really capable.
That grandma was able to keep them in here for so long, so she was quite capable.
"Drinking, there is no point in drinking alone. Drinking is for chatting, listening to stories, and telling stories. Everything is in this wine. I toast you the first glass."
The man said, raising his wine glass, smiling at me, and then drank it in one gulp.
I took the wine glass and brought it to my mouth.
"Hey, can you drink this wine? This guy has been locked up here for so long. I'm afraid this wine has gone bad a long time ago!"
I said to Ying Gou in my heart.
This space is very weird, and the guys in it are not human. Who knows what this wine seems to have changed into.
At Empress Su's place, I watched Duanmuqing drink urine as if it were wine, and then vomited all night long.
I don't want to follow in his footsteps!
"Hmph, what are you afraid of? No matter what, just drink it."
The sound of Ying Gou sounded, and he drank the wine in the cup without hesitation.
I was a little speechless and cursed in my heart, thinking that this body is not yours anyway, so of course you should stand and talk so as not to feel any pain.
But this body is mine. If I drink something bad, I will be the one who suffers!
But after a while, I felt relieved.
Although that guy Ying Gou has a bad temper, he was after all a powerful being in the underworld back then, and was the master of the Netherworld Sea and even the entire underworld.
How could such a guy drink unclean things?
So the thing in that cup must be wine, and the smell of the wine means it is good wine.
The wine entered his stomach, like a fire dragon directly burrowing into his stomach.
At this time, I felt that my consciousness was in a trance, and the picture in front of me suddenly became blurry.
In the eyes of Xiaobai on the shore, the man and I raised our wine glasses almost at the same time, motionless.
"A glass of wine, a story. After you drink this glass of wine, you will listen to me tell a story."
At this time, the man's voice sounded in my ears.
It turns out that this is what happened. You have to listen to him tell a story when you drink a glass of wine. How boring this guy is.
"Hey, aren't you going to do it?" I said to Yinggou.
"Well, it doesn't hurt to listen to him tell stories." Ying Gou's voice sounded.
I was a little speechless, thinking that this guy Ying Gou was boring enough, but he was still in the mood to listen to people tell stories.
"I was born into a scholarly family, but I am a concubine, and my mother was just a maid. My mother passed away the year I was born.
What a high family background brings to me is not good clothing and food, but an imbalance deep in my heart. I am my father's son, but I live the same life as a servant of Xiaosi, even... worse.
I was looked down upon and discriminated against, so I studied hard, eager to seize any opportunity that could make me stand up.
I want to gain fame, I want to leave this home, I want to walk out!
I am almost successful. Really, I have touched the dawn. Twenty years of humiliation and twenty years of physical and mental torture are about to end.
However, just before the exam was about to start, my father was involved in a case. My family's property was confiscated and the whole family was exiled!
Of course I have the same fate!
I have a maid with whom I have a very good relationship. She is the maid of my second mother. She has made a private agreement with me for the rest of her life. She is waiting for me to marry her after I pass the exam. I have made promises with her countless times. She
I have been waiting for many years, and have been waiting for a big girl.
But that day, she was arrested by the government and fined as a prostitute.
I am with my ‘relatives’,
On the road to exile..."
As his voice sounded, a scene appeared in front of me.
In the picture, there is a deep house compound.
In the compound at this time, there were tears and laughter, endless hustle and bustle, the desolation of the whole family being confiscated in the end, the unwillingness of the young man to grow up with a blind eye, and the anger of seeing his beloved leave him.
Destiny and absurdity collude together.
The simple story was infinitely magnified in this glass of wine, as if at this moment, I was passively experiencing twenty years of time as he told it.
It also made me feel a little bit sad and confused.
Just imagine, twenty years are instantly filled in your mind. At this time, are you yourself or a character in the story?
Maybe, sometimes I can’t even tell the difference myself.
At least, I really took it in, because I was still young and had not experienced many things.
It's really scary for a young person to suddenly be stuffed into someone else's twenty years of memory. It's equivalent to half a lifetime being stuffed.
But unfortunately, it seems that I was the one who drank this glass of wine.
But in fact, it’s not me, it’s Ying Gou, so I won’t really be brought into this memory by him.
On the stone table in the center of this large courtyard,
Ying Gou sat there with a drink in his hand.
Next to him, the officers who ransacked the house came in and out, crying and complaining. At his feet, there was a pretty woman in her early twenties hugging her legs, crying that she didn't want to
Leave, she doesn’t want to leave, save me, save me, lover, lover, save me...
The officers were holding her in shackles from behind, pulling her hard and scolding her.
She clung to Ying Gou's leg, cried and begged, and refused to say goodbye.
Looking at everything that happened around him and the people in the picture, Ying Gou was not emotional, sad, or sympathetic. It cannot be said that there was no emotional change at all, just a hint of ridicule.
After all, in his opinion, it is too ridiculous to use such low-level methods to drag his soul into sinking.
There is no one in the underworld or in the world who can let himself sink, not even the old monk sitting in the abyss can do it.
And this guy actually wanted to try to do this, which made Yinggou couldn't help but want to laugh.
It's like a person accidentally entered a photography studio. From head to toe, everything around him looks so nondescript.
Moreover, this person who entered by mistake was not brushed off as a gangster, because he was still the protagonist, sitting in the C seat.
Everyone is performing selflessly, everyone is performing emotionally, lighting and photography, every detail has been done to perfection.
Except for Ying Gou, because he really felt that this low-level illusion was a bit boring, so boring that it made him a little impatient, so Ying Gou frowned slightly.
The next moment, the scene in front of them changed. The women who were originally crying out that they did not want to leave home and be exiled did not dare to cry anymore. They obediently packed up the few valuables they were allowed to carry and followed the officials out.
The children who were still shouting heartbrokenly wiped their tears silently and followed the adults slowly outside.
Just now, he kept beating the vicious officials with a whip. Now he didn't dare to make any more noise. He put away the whip, lowered his voice, and softly told the captors to leave quickly.
