Moreover, Zhang Mingtu was unwilling to do such a thing.

Sending many ordinary people into the mouths of demons with his own hands, and then exchanging them for some form of victory, isn't this a compromise? He can't accept it.

"We have to think of another way..."

Zhang Mingtu sighed, but Xue Cheng in front of him was very nervous, thinking that his situation was very dangerous.

"Senior, is there no way you can save me?"

"It's not difficult. Remember to collect more magical weapons against evil spirits."

Zhang Mingtu glanced at him coldly, and disappeared in an instant, taking away the storage bag at his feet.

After all, he still didn't tell Xue Cheng the whole situation of the Jiujiang base.

…

When he returned to the vicinity of the chief clerk's house, Zhang Mingtu chose a secluded corner, put aside the many thoughts in his mind, and happily opened the storage bag.

Then, with a strange look on his face, he took out two boxes of spiritual tea and five jars of fine wine.

When I reached in again, I found that the kitchen storage bag was empty. It was only a storage bag of about a cubic meter, and there were only these few things inside.

"That's it?"

"Fuck!"

Zhang Mingtu somewhat regretted maintaining his image as a great master. Wine and tea are both good things. Tea can help people gain enlightenment, and masters would drink one or two cups every day.

But that's all it is. Is it really that helpful? No.

Spiritual wine can also make grandmasters feel that it tastes quite good. Brewing it consumes a lot of spiritual objects, but it is much better when used for cultivation.

That is mainly to allow the Grandmaster-level characters to experience the feeling of being drunk, and other effects are secondary.