As if sensing Yin Ming's movement, Ling Yao slowly opened her eyes, her bright pupils shining in the dark wine cellar.
His gaze was fixed on Yin Ming, or rather, he was looking through Yin Ming towards something behind him.
After a while, Lingyao struggled to his feet and staggered to his feet. He casually kicked away the empty wine jar at his feet, walked to a shelf, and picked up a wine jar placed on the highest shelf.
"Living a life of debauchery?" Lingyao murmured in a hoarse voice.
Yin Ming suppressed his grief and, seeing him staring intently at a passage of text written beside the wine jar, curiously peered over to see what it said.
[Drunken Dream, a hallucinogenic drink that induces deep sleep and allows one to reach the deepest, most profound state of illusion.]
Yin Ming suddenly remembered that when the gods met again, Ling Yao had also muttered this word.
He initially thought Lingyao was talking in his sleep, never expecting it to be the name of a type of wine.
While Yin Ming was still lost in thought, Ling Yao had already lifted the lid of the wine bottle and tilted his head back to gulp down a mouthful.
Yin Ming couldn't stop him, so he could only furrow his brow and nervously observe his subsequent reaction.
A drink that can induce hallucinations... This description just doesn't sound right.
Think about it carefully, how is the nature of this alcohol any different from those prohibited items in reality?
Thinking about the enormous harm and aftereffects those contraband drugs would cause to the body, Yin Ming couldn't help but grit his teeth. This idiot, how could he not take his own body seriously!
However, Lingyao didn't seem to do anything strange afterward, nor did he seem to be addicted to anything... Thinking of this, Yin Ming finally calmed down and continued to observe the situation in front of him.
As long as the alcohol doesn't cause any harm to his body, everything is fine.
The moment Yin Ming looked up, he was caught off guard and met a pair of burning, intense eyes.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that Lingyao was staring intently at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and she had been staring at him for an unknown amount of time.
Yin Ming raised an eyebrow in confusion. Ling Yao's expression and demeanor made it seem as if he could actually see him.
During this time, Yin Ming tried countless times to get Ling Yao's attention, but Ling Yao didn't react at all.
It's probably just a coincidence. Perhaps something behind him caught Lingyao's attention, just like before, which made him stare at it intently.
Thinking this, Yin Ming was about to turn around to see what could make Ling Yao show such an expression when he caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of his eye that he was rushing towards him with his arms outstretched.
Yin Ming was stunned for a moment.
Even so, Yin Ming did not believe that Ling Yao was coming for him; he subconsciously thought that Ling Yao would pass through his body as usual.
To Yin Ming's surprise, after Ling Yao touched his body, he suddenly felt a sharp pain throughout his body, as if his body was about to fall apart.
Pain spread wildly throughout his body, as if... his body had instantly sublimated and vanished into nothingness.
Even the annihilation of one's soul and spirit is nothing more than this.
No, this isn't an illusion!
Yin Ming stared in shock at his body gradually reassembling. He seemed to have truly vanished into countless starlight points, disappearing into the void. Soon after, those starlight points gradually reappeared in the void, surging onto his body and becoming part of him again…
Yin Ming frowned deeply. Could this be the work of the man in white again?!
What about Lingyao? Has anything happened to Lingyao?
As soon as this thought crossed his mind, Yin Ming disregarded the lingering pain in his body and quickly looked up to check on Ling Yao's condition.
Lingyao was lying on the ground, his eyes closed. Fortunately, his expression was calm, and he didn't seem to be injured, so he should be alright.
Yin Ming breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously bent down to help him up, but his outstretched hand passed straight through his body.
Lingyao opened his eyes at this moment, his eyes filled with obvious confusion.
"Ah Yao? Can you see me?"
Yin Ming, unwilling to give up, waved his hand in front of him, but still received no response.
Lingyao looked around blankly, as if he had thought of something. He lowered his eyes to look at the wine jar in his hand, and eagerly tilted his head back to take another sip.
Yin Ming was distracted and didn't notice many details.
At this moment, he stared intently at the scene before him and realized that the space around them had been imperceptibly distorted for a moment when Lingyao drank the wine, as if an invisible hand had flipped and replaced reality and dreams at that instant.
When Lingyao looked up at him again, his eyes were filled with joy once more.
"Yin Ming!"
He called out joyfully, took a few steps forward to grasp Yin Ming's hand, but then seemed to suddenly remember something and awkwardly withdrew his hand.
She lowered her head hesitantly, as if feeling apprehensive about returning home, and began to express her grievances:
"Yin Ming, I'm so glad to see you again. It's been so long since we last met, why didn't you come to see me?"
He bit his lip, pondered for a long time, and finally added:
"I...I miss you so much."
Clearly, Lingyao could see Yin Ming again at this moment.
Upon seeing this, Yin Ming couldn't help but purse his lips.
Is this "Drunken Life, Dreamlike Death" drink really that magical, allowing one to instantly fall asleep with just one sip?
Only in dreams can Lingyao see Yin Ming as a spirit?
It seems that this is indeed the case, but I wonder what the man in white is up to this time?
Yin Ming looked up, about to say something, but just as he was about to speak, he realized that his lips seemed to be stuck together and he couldn't open or close them at all.
Not only could he not open his mouth, he couldn't even make a groan; he had completely lost his voice.
Ling Yao, who was getting no response, was clearly getting impatient. He demanded a reply from Yin Ming, half threatening and half pleading. In the chaos, he accidentally touched Yin Ming's hand again.
The intense pain from before swept through his body again. In a daze, Yin Ming felt as if his body had turned into starlight and scattered like clouds, and even his consciousness almost dissipated into the void.
After a moment of spatial distortion, Lingyao, who was lying on the other side, suddenly opened his eyes.
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