"Sinners, tell me your names. If you have not completed your sentence, you dare to appear before a certain warden, E Lai."
"Hahaha! You will know the consequences!"
Jiang Li and others arrived in front of the bronze gate and were about to break through it and enter the underground palace.
A burly man, ten feet tall, with a leopard head, round eyes, a swallow chin and a tiger beard, and a voice like thunder, stood in front of them.
He was sitting behind a long desk, wearing a red official uniform that didn't quite suit his style. He was holding a jar of wine in one hand, unable to let it go.
Seeing someone coming, E Lai, the warden of Fengdu City, reluctantly picked up a vermilion wolf hair brush on the table and pretended to read a thick book in front of the person.
Jiang Li is not a person who judges people by their appearance, but for someone with his appearance, being able to recognize more than ten common characters is really impressive.
"Come forward quickly! If you are just bothering me for nothing, don't blame me for making wine with you!"
The warden E Lai slapped the mud seal on the wine jar, then lifted the jar, tilted his head back and poured the wine into his mouth.
But everyone clearly saw that in the clear wine, several wailing human faces emerged.
This warden, who is hard to tell whether he is a human or a ghost, really uses people to make wine.
Because there were evil ghosts blocking the way in this dungeon, the old ghost himself had never really been here, but only got the general information through some means. He had no idea where this evil warden who suddenly appeared was from.
His eyes turned, he stepped back, reached behind a monk next to him, and pushed him forward.
The monk staggered forward two steps, and the expression on his face suddenly became angry and frightened.
He was angry because the old ghost betrayed him without a single word, and he was horrified because after being pushed out of the crowd, his body was pinned to the spot by an unknown force.
"Oh, you go first? Tell me your name, place of origin, what you have done, how long you have been in prison, and whether you have repented?"
The evil warden casually tapped the table with the pen in his hand, staring at the monk below with his huge eyes.
"I...I...My name is Li Yu. I have done nothing wrong. I was falsely accused by others. Please, warden, please look into this matter!"
This man's reaction was not slow. He saw that he was unable to move and the group of so-called companions behind him were unlikely to rescue him.
Then he made up a few sentences following the words of the evil warden.
"Oh, you are innocent?"
The warden casually flipped through the book in his hand, without any intention of looking for the name.
This made Li Yu, who was pushed out to step on the landmine, breathe a sigh of relief. The names of these outsiders obviously could not appear on the list.
"Yes, yes, yes, sir. I am innocent!"
The evil warden seemed to be as stupid as he looked. He nodded and believed the other party.
"Since you are innocent, I will let you go. How about this, drink this bowl of wine, as a farewell gift from my family to you."
The warden took out a ceramic bowl from somewhere, poured a full bowl of transparent wine into it, and pushed it in front of Li Yu.
The strong aroma of wine spreads, and those who understand wine will know that this is a top-quality aged wine that is rarely seen in a century.
Chen Yu's hands also relaxed and he regained the ability to move.
Looking at the ghost faces that appeared in the bowl from time to time, Li Yu certainly didn't want to drink it.
"This...Mr. Warden, I can't hold my liquor, so I'd better not waste your good wine."
He tried to refuse, but the other party was obviously not so easy to talk to.
"How dare you refuse to drink the wine that someone poured for you? Humph! You daring brat, I'm going to lock you up for another hundred years!"
If you don't drink it, you will be unlucky. Li Yu's face turned bitter, but when he thought about the person in front of him who had also drunk this kind of wine, it shouldn't be something poisonous.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked up the wine bowl.
"My Lord, I drink. I drink."
As he spoke, he took a tentative sip, but as soon as his lips touched the rim of the bowl, the wine in the bowl seemed to come alive and instantly flowed into his mouth.
The man suddenly began to stagger, and dozens of completely different faces strangely appeared on his face one after another. After a few breaths, he fell straight down.
Then more wine flowed out from his seven orifices, and in the wine, there was a ghost face that looked exactly like his own.
Upon seeing this, the evil warden was delighted and took out another jar to collect the leaking liquid.
"Your sins have not yet been atoned for, yet you still dare to drink my soul-shaking wine. You really don't know how to live or die. Drink it, hahaha, someone is in for a treat again."
"Who's next? Come up quickly!"
It turns out that this burly and seemingly not very smart warden also has his own set of methods.
He didn't need to distinguish between good and evil himself, and he was too lazy to check the book in his hand. He had only one criterion for judgment.
Those who can drink the Soul-Drifting Wine without any harm are good people or good ghosts, and those who fall to the ground and die after drinking the Soul-Drifting Wine can use their souls as materials to brew more wine for him.
At this point, the monks standing by understood that if they wanted to pass the warden, they had to drink the bowl of wine of unknown origin.
According to the warden, as long as one has committed a sin and the sin has not been forgiven, the soul-stirring wine will become a terrible poison that can melt the soul and destroy the spirit.
Even since Jiang Li debuted, he couldn't say that he had never done anything wrong. What kind of people are those other casual cultivators? Needless to say.
Letting them drink is tantamount to sending them to their death.
They exchanged glances and, led by the old ghost, suddenly launched an attack. Ten streams of magic light shot towards the big man in front of them.
Puff, puff, puff.
It was as if someone had secretly farted here. The ten streams of light disappeared in the air without causing any effect.
Jiang Li knew the reason for this situation, it was probably the Fengdu dungeon they were in.
Because his burial coffin also has the same effect of destroying attacks within the internal space.
The warden E Lai did not get angry. He waved his hand and brought the ten people who had committed the crime to the table.
He casually placed ten wine bowls on the table, indicating that they could start eating.
"Don't try to escape or fight. Each of you will have a bowl of wine to drink today."
"What? Don't want to drink? You can find someone to drink for you."
The warden sneered. Few people could escape unscathed once they fell into his hands.
"Warden Elai, you are in a very elegant mood. How about giving me a bowl as well?"
At this time, Jiang Li walked to the front with a smile and asked the warden for soul-shaking wine.
Jiang Li's behavior surprised the other party. After working here for so many years, there were only a few people who could drink the Soul-Stirring Wine without falling down, and no one took the initiative to ask him for it.
But it was just an accident. It would be the same for anyone as long as they drank the Soul-Shaking Wine.
"Pretentious little brat."
He had no reason to refuse, so he took out another large bowl and filled it up for the sword cultivator's clone.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't enjoy such good wine, what are you waiting for?"
As the fragrant wine entered his stomach, the sword cultivator's clone first frowned, then smacked his lips, and after a moment he let out a long, hot sigh.
"Good wine! Another bowl please!"
Warden:???
Monks:???
This guy doesn't play by the rules.
"You... didn't fall?"
The warden E Lai looked at Jiang Li in surprise and doubt. This man could actually drink his soul-shaking wine.
"No, you must have cheated. Boy, do you dare to drink another bowl!"
He has been working here since his death. In his career spanning hundreds of years, the number of people and ghosts who can remain open-minded and not fear the soul-stirring wine can be counted on only ten fingers.
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This kind of thing hasn't happened in decades. The burly warden was obviously suspicious. He was more willing to believe that Jiang Li had cheated in some way.
If it happens again, he will definitely watch this guy swallow the wine.
But Jiang Li just smiled and decisively pushed his wine bowl forward another foot.
"It's rare to see such fine wine. I'm looking forward to it."
The wine bowl was filled again.
Jiang Li controlled his clone to pick it up and poured it into his mouth without hesitation.
The hot wine flowed down the throat until it reached the stomach, burning the abdomen like a ball of fire.
The clone's Jiuhuo Jiange was driven by the spiritual wine and started to run at a high speed like a madman. To be honest, he had never tasted spiritual wine of this level before.
His cultivation, which was only at the level of Xudan, rose at an exaggerated speed, and the Xudan pill in his body became more and more solid.
For the monk Jiuhuo Jian Ge, high-quality spiritual wine is much more useful than spiritual pills. He has a hunch that as long as he drinks two more bowls of wine, his clone will be able to turn the virtual pill into real one on the spot!
But the characteristic of the Soul-Dangling Wine lies in the word "Soul-Dangling".
As the smell of alcohol rose, more than a dozen wailing ghost faces emerged and rushed straight into the clone's sea of consciousness along with the rising smell of alcohol.
Those dozen or so evil faces will shock the soul. Once a cultivator has even a little evil thought, they will take advantage of the opportunity and attack from the inside out, which will be enough to destroy the cultivator's spirit and soul.
Not to mention Jindan cultivators, even Yuanying cultivators don't dare to try it easily.
But when these dozen evil faces rushed into the clone's sea of consciousness, what greeted them were nine black and white ghost lanterns with cold flames.
Jiang Li had never seen anything based on the soul that was not restrained by the cold flame of the ghost lantern.
Nine cold flames swept forward, creating a tornado of fire that would burn all the evil faces to ashes in a matter of minutes.
After the evil faces were burned, they turned into ashes that fell down. They were the sinful lives of countless evil spirits in this dungeon.
The ashes of sin floated and fell into the sea of consciousness of the clone. Instead of polluting it, they were absorbed and passed on to the original body, turning into nutrients for the Guanyin Heart Sutra.
This bowl of soul-soothing wine can actually benefit both the clone and the original body at the same time. Isn't it worthy of the word "good wine"?
Jiang Li opened his eyes with a lingering feeling and pushed the wine bowl forward again.
"Warden E Lai, when I meet a good friend, a thousand cups are not enough. How about another bowl?"
Warden E Lai's eyes were wide open, but he didn't dare to look at Jiang Li. He hid behind him with the jar of wine.
"That's all, that's all. Even a magnanimous soul would be drunk for three days after drinking this soul-shaking wine. Your alcohol tolerance is not worse than mine. Get out, get out! Don't come back!"
"And you guys, drink quickly!"
Ah, this... is this so stingy?
The reason why the warden is willing to give prisoners alcohol is because they can't bear it. After drinking it and shattering their souls, the alcohol will flow back and the more they drink, the more they drink.
But when it comes to Jiang Li, he only takes in and doesn't give out, so how could he be willing to waste money?
He waved his hand to open the bronze door behind him a crack, signaling Jiang Li to leave quickly.
But Jiang Li looked at the ten bowls of soul-stirring wine left on the table and was unwilling to leave just like that.
"I see. The warden is a man of character. I'm sure he won't argue with my friends. I'll drink their wine for them."
"Hey guys, does anyone want to drink for you?"
The warden had just said that he could drink on his behalf, so he naturally set his sights on the wine.
He said it politely, but the way he rubbed his thumb and index finger together repeatedly made it clear that he wanted to be paid.
"My dear brother, you like to drink this wine, but I can't handle it. We are all here together, so why don't I give you my glass of wine?"
A cultivator tried to test Jiang Li, wanting to use the reason that they were all together to get him to sacrifice again and help them.
But Jiang Li acted as if he didn't hear it and ignored it completely.
"Then I'll give you three yellow-grade, top-grade Qi-restoring pills, just as a way of making friends."
The man still refused to give up, and the others followed suit, as if they had strength in numbers and Jiang Li would be committing a crime if he didn't listen to them.
"You all think so? Then I have to thank you all."
Jiang Li suddenly smiled and looked at the group of so-called monks who were together.
"It's a pity that my personal level of thinking is a bit low. Since you all think so, let's meet again if we are lucky."
Compared to taking advantage of others, Jiang Li hates it more when others take advantage of him.
Without any reluctance, he turned and walked towards the bronze gate.
The warden was overjoyed. He was really afraid that Jiang Li would drink all the wine for them, because according to the rules of the dungeon, it would be difficult for him to stop him.
"Wait, brother, I have a Xuan-level flying sword here. If you don't mind, please take it first."
In the end, it was the old ghost who was rich and powerful, so he took out a flying sword and threw it to Jiang Li, which made Jiang Li reluctantly stop.
After checking, the mark has been removed, so the quality is pretty good.
Jiang Li was also very straightforward. After leaving his mark on the flying sword, he walked forward and drank the wine in front of the other party.
After the wine in the bowl was empty, the restraints on the old ghost were also released. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he had passed the warden's test.
"Everyone, if you still want my help, you have three choices. One, give me a thank you gift that is no less than this flying sword. Two, hand over your storage magic weapon. Three, take this pill, and everything here will be up to me."
When he was surrounded by ghosts just now, Jiang Li had already made a selfless contribution, which was considered to be the utmost he could do.
Now this group of ungrateful bastards still want him to help them for free, but that’s impossible.
It's the last day of this month (end of this chapter)