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I walked around the bamboo house and saw a completely different scene from the front yard.

If the front courtyard could be said to be a secluded place where the scholars shamelessly lived, then the back of the courtyard would be a hell of flesh and blood.

So the mountain and the bamboo forest behind the bamboo house was a sham. What I see now is the real scene.

I know what this wine pool means now!

With his blood as the raw material and his soul as the raw material, he used his soul to brew the wine that reeked of blood.

The source of the flesh was not clean, and a great deal of resentment lingered in the air.

I stood at the edge of the wine pool as if I were standing on a shore of a sea of blood.

All the beauty in this inverted mirror was indeed an illusion.

However, this is clearly a sea of blood. Where can I find the wine cellar and the mirror?

Don't tell me that the Wine Immortal drank too much and lied to me?

No, I have to go back and ask her!

He turned around and wanted to go back to take a look, but the scene of him being hit in the eye made him retreat a step and he almost stepped into the wine pool.

The road I just came from is gone!

And the little bamboo house that should be standing behind me, is gone!

I didn't even hear anything just now. How is it gone?

"Wine Immortal! Wine Immortal!"

I shouted with my hands cupped in front of my mouth.

Could it be that there's some kind of trick here that I didn't notice when I entered, which is why I can't find the exit right now?

Before I could shout twice, that lazy voice answered me from the air.

Feeling apprehensive, I hastily asked, "I can't find the exit anymore. What should I do? Can you open the exit?"

The Wine Immortal yawned, "Can't find the exit? No, I remember the exit is at Achoo! "Aiya, where did this come from? I drank too much, I can't remember!"

Can't remember?

Why was he still smiling when he said that!

My heart tightened. My intuition told me that I had been fooled.

"Little Prince," The Wine Immortal paused for a moment before continuing, "The exit must be nearby. I can't remember, so you have to find it by yourself. I'll sleep for a while first. When the alcohol wakes up, I'll come find you."

As he spoke, it seemed the Wine Immortal was about to leave.

I quickly added, "Didn't you say there was a wine cellar and a mirror where you could see Zishan Ming? "Tell me now where the wine cellar is."

Since I'm in, if you don't let me out, I won't go out. I didn't come in to go out anyway, but you have to give me a hint about where the mirror is.

The Wine Immortal muttered to herself for a moment. Although it only stopped for a few seconds, I still waited with trepidation. I was afraid that he would disappear without a sound. Then, I would really be blinded.

The Wine Immortal said, "The wine cellar is easy to find. All of the wine in the wine pool is brewed using blood. Then, the wine cellar should be placed in the wine pool and have some blood. The wine pool will come looking for you."

With that, the power of the Wine Immortal disappeared.

I knew that no one would answer me now, no matter what I asked.

I silently looked at the surging dark red rage in front of me. After knowing that there was no way out, I unexpectedly calmed down.

No longer thinking about whether someone would have saved me if I hadn't gone out. No more thinking about what would have happened if I hadn't found the wine cellar and the mirror.

Because now I have no choice. Even if I die here, I don't believe that the Wine Immortal will come save me.

Actually, what he wanted me to do was to make me die here.

After all, he was the uncle of Zi Sang Ming, and regardless of whether Zi Sang Ming recognized him or not, he was still a relative of Zi Sang Ming. After all, he was the uncle of Zi Sang Ming, regardless of whether Zi Sang Ming recognized him or not, he was still a relative of Zi Sang Ming.

And all of this, when I wasn't there, was, as he said, a foregone conclusion, a matter without any suspense.

But here I am.

Moreover, it became a variable that whether Zi Sang Ming would succeed Pluto or not.

The Wine Master must have hated me. It was only natural that he wanted to kill me.

I understand him.

If I were him, I would do the same.

I don't blame him.

But now, in the middle of the vortex, I wouldn't sit still and wait for death.

I like Zishan Ming. I want to be with him, so I'm ready to face a lot of things that I didn't even dare to think about before.

Including what happened to me now.

The people from the underworld weren't the only ones who wanted Zi Sang Ming to succeed the throne. He wasn't just the Wine Immortal, he was also me.

I sat cross-legged at the edge of the winepress and thought again about what the winepress had said to me in the yard.

The pride between the lines towards Zi Sang Ming gave people a kind of heroic feeling in their chests.

He said that Zishan Ming was too caring for me, and that it was not a good thing.

I knew that this would distract Zishan and shift his center of gravity.

I've been troubled about it, too.

So I've been trying.

At the very least, he would be able to become stronger, or at least be worthy of him in the future.

Life is weak, but that doesn't mean I will always be weak.

His heart quieted down.

A deep strength spread out from the crevices of the bones.

I am already very familiar with the power of a beautiful woman's bone.

I lifted my hand and bit a small cut into my finger with my teeth. A drop of blood squeezed out of the split flesh and dripped into the sea of blood at my feet.

Very quickly, the surface of the sea began to change.

The turbulent sea suddenly rose up into a huge wave. The surging red wave was at least two stories high, and there were layers of white foam on the waves. It was like a silver thread, creating an unknown prelude to what would happen in the future.

I stood at the edge of the sea and watched the waves come at me.

The wave, as I thought, did not come.

Before it reached me, the waves of blood stopped abruptly. They were bright red like a curtain, and sticky as they fell from a huge wooden chest.

That's right, it was a wooden chest.

The reason why the huge wave from before had rolled up was also because of this wooden chest.

Its length and width was as big as a basketball court and its height was two stories high.

Directly in front of me was a door of normal height.

Perhaps it was because the box was too big, but the door that was clearly the size of a normal person looked very small, like a hole.

He pushed the door open. It was still okay inside, it was not dark at all. There was also a light source.

In the middle of the room, or rather in the cellar, hung a huge eye.

With a single glance, he saw that this Wine Immortal was truly formidable. He could even get his hands on the Heavy Ming Bird's eyes.

I looked around the cellar in the dim yellow light.

When I was young, one of my uncles loved to drink. Although I didn't understand it, I would often go to his house to watch him fiddle around with the bottles and jars, big and small barrels, and also see some of the wine stored there.

This place was truly worthy of being called a wine cellar. From the entrance, there were huge wine racks everywhere. The oak barrels were neatly placed on the shelves one by one, with the end of the cork pointing downwards.

He could smell the faint aroma of the wine.

The wine we just drank must have come from here.

I thought this would be one of those vintage vats. I didn't expect it to be so modern, using oak buckets to store wine. No wonder the wine's fragrance was so soft, not as sharp as when it was stored in a vat.

However, this place was so big, it would be a little difficult to find a mirror.

I groped my way along these shelves, basically searching every nook and cranny I could find, but there was nothing.

In the barrel?

Impossible.

How could a man who loved wine as much as he did, put that kind of thing in the wine?

As he was thinking, he inadvertently lifted his head to take a look.

I was standing in the exact spot where the Heavy Ming bird's eyes were pointing at.

The two deep eyes of the bird fell on me.

There was a faint glimmer of light.

That light seemed to be reflected from something.

I made a hand sign and leaped up, moving closer to the eye. I changed positions and peered inside, and found that the small beam of light could only be seen in a fixed position. As soon as I changed position, it would disappear.

That's right! Is it possible that the mirror is in this eye?

As soon as I thought of this, I controlled my body to fly forward a bit, just close to the eyes.

He opened his mind and probed into the eyes, and indeed, he felt a power other than the lifeless life force of the Heavy Ming Bird.

That's it.

No wonder he didn't find it on the ground. It was naturally a safe place to hide such an important item. The safest place in the wine cellar was really just this eye.

However, if he found it, how would he take it out?

The Heavy Ming bird's eyes should be a rare item in heaven and earth, it couldn't be destroyed so easily, and without destroying its eyes, it couldn't possibly take out something.

Just as I was panicking, the Book of Yin suddenly floated out and landed in my hands.

There was no flipping or prompting.

What does that mean?

I stared at it blankly. After a long while, I seemed to understand the meaning behind the Yin Shu's appearance.

Zhao Xue, didn't the skinning craftsman and Xiao Yingnan both have their souls sealed by me? Then does that mean I can use this method to send my soul into the Heavy Ming Bird's eyes?

Not only did he not have to destroy his eyes, he did not even have to take out the mirror.

I was overjoyed and did as I was told.

The Heavy Ming Bird's eyes are truly a divine tool. When I entered, I could actually feel a type of protective spiritual energy floating around it.

I floated all the way to the depth of my eyes, and that protective ability followed me all the way. Everywhere I passed, there would definitely be a layer of light that quickly covered it.

Until I was in a small, dark space.

This should be the position of the pupil.

I looked around at the intricate veins and the black "wall" that moved rhythmically like breathing, and suddenly felt a little nervous.

As a student of the medical academy, he naturally knew how dense the nerves and fibers around the eyes were. Naturally, he also knew what kind of rebound he would cause if his eyes were injured.

Although the Heavy Ming Bird's eyes already existed alone, it could be seen that it was definitely protected when the eyes were dug out. The person who had dug out the eyes of the Heavy Ming Bird had even made a protective membrane for the head of the Heavy Ming Bird on its body.

This led to the fact that although the eye existed alone, he had always thought that it was an illusion from the original head, which was why he had suppressed the eye of a God Beast that was ranked on the "Eye" list of God Beasts.

So, it can be said that I'm basically walking on a bomb right now.

Even worse was that after I scanned through the pupils, I couldn't find the location of the copper mirror. In the end, the copper mirror unexpectedly embedded itself into the muscle texture on the opposite side of me, and the muscles moved rhythmically, causing the copper mirror to follow suit.

If you looked closely, you could see that the mirror had obviously grown together with that small piece of muscle …