Chapter 95: Under the Altar

“Why two bottles?” I asked, somewhat puzzled, as she was always extremely stingy with this kind of liquor. No matter how much I begged, she would always hand me only a small bottle.

“Originally, it wasn’t stingy. God’s body is not very good, you know. But that doesn’t mean he’s not sensitive. If there’s more, he can smell the alcohol.” The woman said to me slowly, but she didn’t say why she gave me two bottles.

I almost couldn’t wait to unscrew the bottle cap, and as soon as I opened my mouth, I gulped down a big sip. When the familiar violent feeling echoed in my mind, I let out a long sigh of relief. The feeling of being slightly drunk completely relaxed my nerves. It seems that it is really easy for people to become addicted to something or someone, as long as there is a reason.

When it’s too bitter, who can bear it? Those who have endured it should have become saints, right?

The woman sat leisurely by the pond, barefoot, her feet dangling in the water. She watched me finish the bottle of Fairy Drunk and then said, “You can get drunk tonight. According to your drinking capacity, two bottles should be enough. The reason I let you get drunk is because the god won’t come tomorrow. He will set up the altar… and even if a hundred pieces of wood are used, there is no way to tell that you are drunk. I just hope that you don’t get too drunk, and that you are still a little sober after relaxing, and listen to what I will tell you tomorrow.

“Mmm.” At this moment, my eyes were already slightly hot, and I took off my shoes and let my legs soak in the pond. The evening breeze blew, and the liquor went down my throat… What I couldn’t take away was the full belly of my heart.

“I’m leaving.” She put down her pants, but didn’t want to wear shoes. A pair of cloth shoes dangled in her hand.

“Wait a minute.” I unscrewed another bottle of wine and couldn’t help but stop her.

“What?” The woman’s tone suddenly became a bit fierce, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of impatience.

Unfortunately, we had been together for a few days, and with the help of the wine, I didn’t care about her tone or expression at all. I just said, “The day after tomorrow, that is, the beginning of the game, who knows if it will be life or death? At least, you should tell me your name. I’m not used to dying without leaving a memory in my heart for someone who has no name.”

The woman let out a sigh of relief and then said three simple words: “Lin Xiaohua.”

“Po…” The half mouthful of fairy god that I was holding in my mouth suddenly spewed out, and the strong alcohol rushed into my nasal cavity, making me cough repeatedly.

I didn’t mean to look down on the name, but this woman was so charming that she was even more charming than the sixth sister of the flower shop. I could hardly imagine that she would have a name like Little Flower?

“I’m from the village,” she said, and left me behind.

From the village? Huh… interesting. I wiped off the wine that I had just coughed up and took another big sip of the spirit.

As Lin Xiaohua said, two small bottles of the elixir were enough to make me drunk. The next day, I woke up by the pond… The place where the gods are might be a bit special. Unlike outside Gui Dao Bay, where there is only a blue sky, here there is night, and you can even see the moon. The only thing you can’t see is the sun.

When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw the blue sky. I was stunned for a while, then went back to bed.

The immortal’s wine is good, at least I didn’t have a headache after the hangover, but I inexplicably felt relaxed.

I let myself sleep in the house until I was completely exhausted. When I woke up, I found that the table was set with food, probably delivered by those wooden men that Lin Xiaohua had mentioned.

I spent the day peacefully, of course not forgetting to seize the time to restore everything about myself, my physical strength, mental strength, spiritual strength, and power… In the absence of magical artifacts, the only thing I can rely on is myself.

There is no season here, just like the lotus flowers in the pond that bloom and never wither. And every night at 8 o’clock, the darkness will sweep over this place.

I went out early and sat on the big rock waiting for Lin Xiaohua.

She also appeared very early tonight. In keeping with her usual style, I had no way of knowing when she would appear or in what way. When I found her, she was sitting on the rock where we first met, staring at the moon, with a bottle of fairy wine in her hand.

“There’s none for you today, because you drank up your share yesterday,” she said to me.

“I don’t plan to drink with you either. I’m too relaxed. I’m afraid that things will go badly tomorrow. You know I have no reason to lose, and I can’t afford to lose.” I said casually, but my tone was not casual, it was very serious.

“You’re recovering well,” Lin Xiaohua said lightly.

“It must be recovering well. I can wait, and he can’t wait either.” Of course, I’m talking about the god who thinks he can do anything.

“That’s true. Sooner or later, it’s just a matter of time. For you, it’s better to go to the gallows sooner rather than later. Worrying and waiting with restless nerves is also a supreme punishment. The hardest thing for people is to know when they will die. What do you think is even harder?” Lin Xiaohua’s words are always sharp, and rubbing my sore spot is her forte.

“What is it?” I couldn’t wait to know what happened to Master and the others. When we were laying the trap, I told her briefly about my relationship with Master, based on an inexplicable trust. She also told me for sure that if I described it correctly, my Master was still alive, living better than I thought, and was just a stone’s throw away.

She told me that there was a large group of people.

But even so, I had to go along with her because of her strange personality. If she was unhappy, she could go around in circles and say things that sounded plausible.

“The saddest thing is that people don’t know when they’re going to die,” she said, laughing strangely.

I was very surprised and shook my head, saying, “Most people are not like that.”

“That’s because they don’t feel the pain of living. Especially when the heart is not complete, don’t think about living as an old monster, thinking you are happy.” Lin Xiaohua’s tone suddenly became old and weary, implying that she was telling me that it is even more difficult for a person to live to the point where they don’t want to live, but they don’t know when they will die.

She was talking about this again, but I really don’t know who she was talking about? Anyway, I definitely don’t think it was the greedy god.

“Tell me about my master! This is part of the plan.” After a long silence, I finally realized that I could not understand this sentence, so I asked the question that was on my mind.

“They are alive, but in a semi-transformed state. The gods can’t do anything about them for now. Or, if you come here two years later, there’s nothing you can do. That’s all I know.” Lin Xiaohua finished drinking the immortal wine in her hand, and her words became a bit more straightforward.

A semi-translucent state? That’s a good word. It really comforts people. My fingers are cold. As a cultivator, saying that this is a state is like saying that an ordinary person has become a vegetable.

It is alive, but whether it can wake up is the key. Whether it can recover after waking up is another matter. In this way, Grandma Lingqing’s situation is much better.

Yes, Lin Xiaohua told me about Grandma Lingqing’s situation. The god didn’t kill Grandma Lingqing in the end, but imprisoned her instead. Because of the way I blocked the lightning strike, I did threaten the god, who thought he was omnipotent.

He was afraid that I would do the same thing again, so he refused to properly heal my wounds and imprisoned Grandma Lingqing instead.

The character of the god is always suspicious. He is afraid that I will make trouble at the end. In order to make his grand plan go smoothly, he is going to use Lingqing’s grandmother to threaten me to cooperate with him on the altar tomorrow.

Because he thinks that since I dared to block the lightning for this old woman, I would naturally be willing to do anything for her. In the eyes of God, everything can be measured by cost. He thinks this is always accurate.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the moon in the sky. Why is it not raining here? Putting aside this strange thought, I asked the question I had always wanted to ask: “Where are my master and the others?” Why are you telling me this? If it goes well, this is also part of the plan.”

“I’ve made it so obvious, and you still don’t understand. I can’t help it. Well, I’ll tell you, you idiot. They’re under the altar.” Perhaps it was the last night, and Lin Xiaohua was unusually decisive, giving me the answer in one sentence.

Under the altar, the people I have admired for so many years have been under an altar all along.

In absolute silence, I could hear my heartbeat and breathing, but the words that came out of my mouth were simple: “Well, I know.”