"What a lunatic! Just like Zhang Mingli!" The man had neither hands nor feet and could not even struggle. "All right! All right! You win. Hurry up and put the wine jar back where it was. The wine in these jars is the Fortune God's memories. If you take it out of the Xi Residence, the Fortune God will notice you immediately!"
Borrowing a few pieces of clothing from the corpses on the floor, Gao Ming put the wine jar back, fished the man out, and dressed him in fresh clothes.
The man's body had severely atrophied. Red cords wound around him from the neck down, most of them embedded in his flesh and difficult to remove.
"Sorry about this." Gao Ming wrapped the man in the corpses' clothes and strapped him to his back.
"What the hell is the point of apologizing now?" The man had resigned himself to his fate. "My scent is different from the Xi Residence's. If you really want to save me, at least prepare something to mask my presence. If we go out like this, we'll both get caught immediately."
"Good point." Gao Ming drew the Butcher's Knife. "Hold this."
"Do I have hands?" The man stared at him, so furious that he laughed.
"Sorry." Gao Ming simply pressed the man and the Butcher's Knife together, then covered them with Chunniang's gauze. "This should work."
"What a wonderfully 'meticulous' plan." The man's face was ashen. He felt he was already done for.
Gao Ming pretended not to hear the man's sarcasm. After securing him tightly, he grabbed the bone handholds and began climbing, stepping on the corpses' backs.
"Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle..."
Strange sounds rose from all around the cellar. The embracing corpses' arms trembled as they slowly moved their heads. The wine jars sealed