"I have no intention of marrying, so there is no need for you to say any more, Old Man," Xu Zimo said with a smile, waving his hand.
The Old Man smiled and clinked cups with Xu Zimo again.
"Young Master, is this wine good?" he asked.
"Fine wine." Xu Zimo nodded.
"Our village is called Forgetful Village, and it got its name precisely because of this wine," the Old Man said with an eerie smile.
"This wine is also called Forgetful Wine."
"Oh?" Xu Zimo said in surprise. "Could it be that drinking it makes one lose their memories?"
"How does Young Master feel now?" The Old Man stood up and asked.
"I do not feel anything," Xu Zimo replied.
The Old Man frowned slightly. Countless branches beneath their feet suddenly lashed over, binding Xu Zimo tightly in place.
"Just who are you, Young Master?" Several Old Men retreated a few steps and asked.
"You ask quite the question. I was about to ask who you people are." Xu Zimo stood up, breaking free of the branches with sheer strength, and smiled.
"When I first entered Forgetful Village, I saw that you were all Tree Spirits transformed into human form.
"Yet now, Corpse Qi fills the sky around every one of you. Who knows how long you have been dead."
"Capture him first," the leading Old Man snorted coldly.
At that moment, the two enormous Ginseng Trees at the entrance began to turn, and the entire village became a maze.
Everyone here transformed into towering black trees, each exuding dense deathly qi.
The surroundings, once filled with birdsong, blossoms, and lush greenery, had now become nothing but black earth.
There was not the slightest trace of life. The ground began to tremble as gravestones rose abruptly from beneath the