Chapter 157: Hero Accompanied by Strong Liquor

Chapter 157: Hero Accompanied by Strong Liquor

“Failed!” The Ghost Buddha roared in unwillingness, once again defeated.

Glaring deeply at the old guy not far away, he flashed and disappeared on the spot.

Qian Gui and the others no longer engaged in combat. The mission had failed, and continuing the entanglement would be meaningless.

However, in the blink of an eye, all of them stood next to Sword Ghost, overlooking Jinyang City.

And just by silently watching, they brought immense pressure to Qin Feng and his group.

Swish!

Several sounds of breaking wind echoed.

When they regained their senses, Zhen Tianyi and Yu Mei stood in front of everyone.

Liu Jianli held a sword with one hand, and her black hair slowly fell, protecting Qin Feng and the others behind him.

The atmosphere was oppressive, and the air was as thick as mud. Both sides were on edge, ready for action, but neither side intended to make the first move.

At this moment, to everyone’s surprise, Qin Feng ran to the side of Old Li.

“Brother (Brother-In-Law)!” Blue Ning Frost and the other two couldn’t help but exclaim.

Qin Feng acted as if he didn’t hear them, urgently using his X-Ray ability to observe Senior Li’s body.

The heart was detached, and at this moment, the latter was like a candle in the wind. The remaining thread of vitality could be extinguished at any time.

“Think quickly, think carefully. There must be a way to save Senior Li’s life.” Qin Feng’s brain rapidly processed, recalling the medical books he had read over and over again.

However, how could a human survive without a heart?

Qin Feng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and looked at the dimming light in Senior Li’s eyes with a deep sense of powerlessness.

“Is it that kid from the Qin family?” Old Li spoke weakly, his voice only audible when close to the ear.

He could no longer see anything.

“It’s me,” Qin Feng replied softly.

“Do you still have wine?”

“Yes.”

“Pour me a bowl.”

“Okay.” Qin Feng hurriedly took out the Drunken Immortal from the Spatial Ring, poured it into a bowl, and handed it to Senior Li, gently feeding it into his mouth.

Around them, the spirits of the soldiers gathered, all looking towards Old Li.

They seemed to be waiting for something.

“This wine is damn strong,” Old Li laughed and said, then stood straight, losing his breath.

A gust of wind passed, making Old Li’s tattered clothes rustle.

Qin Feng faintly heard it.

There was the urgent sound of horseshoes, the muffled sound of horns.

There were golden armored soldiers and iron horses, dominating thousands of miles.

There were soldiers drinking in the formation, singing boldly.

Someone seemed to be shouting, “Who will fight me again?”

Hoo~

A strong wind rose again.

Only the Sword Ghost stood in place, looking at tiger mounts in his right hand, which was already cracked and bleeding.

“It’s not that bad, there’s some progress.”

Seven days passed in a hurry, and Jinyang City remained as usual.

Vendors on both sides were shouting, and pedestrians were constantly coming and going on the street.

For ordinary people like them, the disaster seven days ago was nothing more than a dream.

In the main hall of the Qin residence, Second MOther curiously asked, “Why haven’t we seen Feng’er these days?”

Second Brother paused with his utensils, “Big brother has been locking himself in his room lately.”

“Locked in his room? What is he doing?”

Qing’er, standing on the side, replied softly, “The young master has been practicing calligraphy day and night, without resting for a long time.”

“Even if he wants to practice calligraphy, he shouldn’t do it like this.” Second Mother looked worried.

At this moment, Qin Jian’an, sitting in the main seat, put down his utensils and said, “Let him be.”

The old wooden door was pushed open, making a creaking sound.

In the courtyard, brewing tools were all there, but there was one familiar figure missing.

Qin Feng stepped into the courtyard and walked to a corner.

If he remembered correctly, the entrance to the cellar was in this position.

He turned to look at Liu Jianli, and the latter nodded slightly.

With the surge of energy from his body, the entrance to the cellar slowly appeared.

Walking into it, the light was dim.

No one had changed the lamp for a long time, and it was naturally almost out of oil.

Looking around, on the neat stone platform were the memorial tablets of the soldiers, and below the tablets, there were jars of neatly stacked wine.

Qin Feng touched the stone platform, and his hand was covered in dust.

He continued forward until he reached the deepest part of the cellar, where he saw the unmarked memorial tablet.

After a long time, Qin Feng left the cellar.

And on the previously unmarked token, a name was added.

Outside Jinyang City, to the north, on top of a high mountain.

Senior Li Yang’s grave was buried here.

Qin Feng took out a jar of Drunken Immortal, placed it in front of the tombstone, and then gathered the white inch at his fingertip, continuously carving on the stone tablet.

The vigorous and powerful handwriting slowly emerged.

It read:

“Born to be a hero among men, even in death, a formidable spirit.

With a smile, he beckons his old comrades in afterlife, leading an army of a hundred thousand to vanquish the demonic hordes.””

At the moment when the inscription was carved, a clear light soared into the sky.

Outside the Listen To Rain Pavilion, the old man Bai Li suddenly exclaimed, “Good!”

Then he raised his wine cup, faced north, and drank it in one gulp.

Strong wine befits a hero.