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Chapter 292 Drunk
So she readily picked up the wine bowl and smiled at Village Chief Bai.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Village Chief. I'll drink this bowl of wine first as a token of my respect!"

After saying that, she drank it all in one gulp.

The alcohol content of this drink is very low, it is refreshing on the palate, and has a refreshing sweetness, which is very much to her liking.

Village Chief Bai was delighted to see her so happy, so he also took the wine bowl and took a big sip.

As the cups were exchanged, the atmosphere became more and more lively.

As a cultivator, Yang Rongrong could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, but for some reason, she felt a little dizzy at the moment.

She couldn't help but hold her forehead and lean on the edge of the table. She looked up at Village Chief Bai and saw that his cheeks and nose were red and he looked a little drunk.

She was still thinking about the question, so she asked with a thick tongue.

"Why doesn't the village chief allow people to go out at night? Is there something going on in the village at night?"

Village Chief Bai half leaned on the table and sighed: "Something has happened in the village recently, but it has nothing to do with you. You can leave tomorrow."

Yang Rongrong could see that he was very worried and obviously had encountered some trouble.

She forced herself to cheer up and said, "It's a rare trip for us. We want to stay here for a few more days. Why is the village chief trying to drive us away?"

Village Chief Bai explained: "I'm not chasing you away. I just don't want to cause you any trouble."

Yang Rongrong laughed: "Village chief, have you forgotten that we are monks who can fly in the clouds and move mountains and seas? What could possibly implicate us? What is it? Tell us, maybe we can help you."

Hearing this, Village Chief Bai seemed a little moved.

He asked doubtfully, "Which school did you two learn from?"

Yang Rongrong deliberately showed an unfathomable smile and slowly uttered three words.

"Return to the cage."

Shuying gave her a strange look.

The name of this sect makes people sleepy.

Village Chief Bai obviously also felt that the name of this sect sounded strange.

He became more and more suspicious: "Are you really as powerful as the monks in the rumors?"

Yang Rongrong picked up the empty wine bowl in front of her, held it gently, and then squeezed it.

The white porcelain wine bowl shattered into dust.

She loosened her fingers and white dust fell down.

This scene shocked both Village Chief Bai and Ah Dai.

Ah Dai swallowed the food in his mouth with great effort. Wow, so awesome!

Although the talismans and magic weapons that Yang Rongrong brought could not be used, her cultivation was still there, and it was easy for her to crush a small wine bowl.

She looked at Village Chief Bai with a smile and asked, "How is it?"

Village Chief Bai no longer had any doubts. He sat up straight with his hands on the edge of the table, and his expression became serious.

"This story started a month ago. Someone in the village went to visit his relatives and drank a few more cups. He didn't return until very late. On the way home, he met a ghost and was almost eaten by the ghost. Fortunately, he ran fast and saved his life. After returning home, he began to have a fever and talk nonsense. He was sick for a long time. Although he is now cured, he has become stupid. After that, cats and dogs raised by two families went out in the middle of the night and died outside. When they were found, only a skeleton was left. It looked as if something had sucked out their blood and essence. The death was very scary. I was afraid that someone else would be killed, so I made a rule to strictly prohibit villagers from going out at night. It's strange to say, as long as everyone stays at home, closes the doors and windows and doesn't make too much noise, those ghosts will not appear."

As a ghost cultivator, Shuying must be very familiar with this kind of haunted things.

So Yang Rongrong tilted her head and looked at Shuying who was sitting next to her, wanting to hear his opinion.

Shuying looked at her rosy face and watery eyes. His fingers felt a little itchy and he really wanted to pinch her face.

He thought so and did so.

When one side of her face was pinched, Yang Rongrong was stunned.

Because she was a little drunk, her reaction was much slower than usual, and she looked silly, which made her even cuter. Shuying became more and more itchy.

But he knew very well that it was better to quit while one was ahead, so he quickly withdrew his hand before the other party got angry.

He pinched his fingertips gently, secretly savoring the touch just now, soft and warm, just the feel he liked.

Yang Rongrong wiped the place where she had just been pinched and frowned, "What are you doing?"

Shuying lied calmly: "There is a grain of rice on your face, I will help you remove it."

Yang Rongrong was skeptical: "Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Yang Rongrong grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Even if there are really rice grains on my face, you can just tell me directly. I can remove them myself, and you don't need to do anything."

"I was wrong, I will change in the future."

He admitted his mistake so quickly that Yang Rongrong had nothing more to say and could only let the matter go.

Village Chief Bai, who was watching the interaction between the two, understood everything. He drank a sip of wine silently, and everything was said without a word.

Yang Rongrong wanted to see with her own eyes the villager who had encountered the ghost.

But it was already late today, and she had drunk quite a bit of wine, so it was inconvenient for her to go out.

Village Chief Bai suggested that they rest tonight and it would not be too late to meet the man tomorrow.

Yang Rongrong accepted his suggestion, stood up and staggered towards the west wing, muttering to herself, "What kind of rice wine is this? Why is it so strong?"

Shuying was afraid that she would fall, so he wanted to reach out to help her, but she pushed him away.

"No need for your help, I can do it myself."

Shuying had no choice but to follow her silently and watch her walk into the house.

The door was closed and Yang Rongrong could no longer be seen. Shuying still did not leave. He stayed outside the door until the candles in the room were extinguished and there was no sound of footsteps. Only then did he go to the next room to rest.

As night fell, every household in Taoyuan Village closed its doors and windows, the streets were empty, and even the chickens, ducks, cats and dogs were locked up. The whole village fell into deathly silence.

Yang Rongrong didn't sleep well that night.

She always felt like there was someone standing beside the bed.

But her eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and she couldn't open them. Her head was also dizzy and she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

By the time she was finally able to open her eyes, it was already the next morning.

You can vaguely see the sky outside through the window paper.

She sat up with her hands on the bed, rubbed her swollen forehead, and looked towards the bed.

——She always felt that there was someone standing there last night.

But when I looked at it now, there was nothing beside the bed.

Is it really a dream?

Yang Rongrong put on her clothes, shoes and socks, and walked out while yawning.

Shuying was obviously stunned when he saw her.

"You look very bad. Did you not sleep well last night?"

Yang Rongrong hesitated for a moment, but still spoke out her doubts: "After I fell asleep last night, I felt like there was someone standing next to my bed. That person was staring at me, and I don't know how long he was staring at me, but I'm not sure if it was real or a dream."

Shuying frowned: "I'll go to your room and take a look."

He walked into the room where Yang Rongrong had rested last night and searched the house carefully, but there was nothing wrong.