Feng Ling had passed by this Tangled Grove many times. The plants around its edges were so dense that even a cat would struggle to squeeze through, so she had never imagined people could be hiding inside.
In a clearing at the deepest part of the woods stood a circle of fencing.
Several lanterns were lit inside the fence, along with two or three torn straw mats and some stone slabs.
Each slab held weeds, leaves, and earthen bowls filled with water.
The water was filthy, mixed with mud and floating blades of grass, while snails crawled along the rims of the bowls.
Yet Liang Zhou looked like he had lost his mind, lifting a bowl and gulping it down as if he were drinking the finest wine on earth.
He wore ancient clothing identical to that of the Fox Demons and sat among a pile of foxes. Holding his bowl, he drank and laughed, even clinking bowls and drinking with the Fox Demons beside him. He was utterly deranged.
Pei Xianjue finally could not stand it anymore. She drew her gun and fired at the Fox Demons on either side of him!
Bang! Bang bang bang!
—It had to be said that Pei Xianjue's marksmanship was truly awful. Compared to the Special Forces, she was leagues behind. She fired seven or eight shots before hitting two Fox Demons.
The remaining dozen or so foxes scattered at once, darting into the darkness and vanishing without a trace.
The gunfire stunned Liang Zhou, leaving him frozen in place. Then Pei Xianjue rushed forward and fiercely slapped him across the face!
Slap!
Pei Xianjue roared, "Liang Zhou! Wake up!!!"
Liang Zhou's vision blurred. In his sight, the banquet hall celebrating his victory vanished. The guests vanished. The fine wine and delicacies vanished