"Do you remember what he was drinking? And how did he get so drunk?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo asked.
Ghost Leopard Douluo was wondering how to describe it when he suddenly noticed the bottle beside Ghost Douluo. He pointed at it. "That one! He drank straight from the bottle!"
"Something like this?" Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyelid twitched as he asked for confirmation.
"Not something like it. Exactly the same!"
Ghost Leopard Douluo spoke with complete seriousness.
Exactly the same!
Then it was a sure thing!
The worry weighing on Chrysanthemum Douluo's heart lifted. He grabbed Ghost Leopard Douluo and headed off. "Come on, take me to Tang Hao right now. This is a heaven-sent opportunity! We can capture him without lifting a finger."
"Elder, could anything go wrong?"
Ghost Leopard Douluo asked worriedly.
"You don't know this, but that liquor is called Black Tequila. It came from a jar. As for its effects, just look at him."
As Chrysanthemum Douluo spoke, he kicked Ghost Douluo again.
The latter lay like a dead dog, utterly oblivious.
"All right, Elder Ju, follow me."
With that, Ghost Leopard Douluo led Chrysanthemum Douluo toward Spirit Hall.
A short while later.
In the dense forest outside Spirit City, Ghost Leopard Douluo told Chrysanthemum Douluo beside him, "Elder Ju, we're almost there."
"I can already hear him."
Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded. Thunderous snores had already reached his ears. He raced toward the sound, and within a few bounds, he stood on a high tree branch.
Looking down, Chrysanthemum Douluo saw Tang Hao sprawled on the ground, fast asleep.
He had really let himself go.
"Elder, be careful!"
Seeing Chrysanthemum Douluo float straight down from the branch, Ghost Leopard Douluo's heart tightened, and he hurriedly called out a warning.
Yet in the blink of an eye, Chrysanthemum Douluo had landed