The thin man burst out laughing, a sly gleam in his eyes. "Angry! How could I not be? But being angry is one thing. I still have to drink!
"Besides, I can enjoy myself all I want here. I can take revenge whenever I like, can't I?
"Drink today while there's wine today. If I didn't come here to drink, wouldn't I have sold all my flesh for nothing?"
Cui Jiuyang slapped his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry-this truly was the Delusion Realm of Life and Death.
After bidding farewell to the pair of "enemies," the three entered the village.
The farther they went, the stranger the sights became. All three paled in shock, and eventually even their stomachs began to churn with nausea.
Everything here exceeded ordinary imagination. Every glance brought another shock, leaving them stifled and unsettled.
As they passed one house, for instance, they saw a grandfather and grandson sunning themselves beneath an old elm outside the courtyard gate.
It should have been a scene of family bliss-the grandson was barely two feet tall, dressed in a patched little jacket and seated on a small wooden stool.
The grandfather was a white-haired old man, curled up on the ground with his head resting on the child's legs.
The child hummed a tuneless nursery rhyme, gently patting the old man's back with his little hand to lull him to sleep.
Finding this strange, the three approached to ask about it.
The child raised his head, his eyes far too composed for a child, and said mildly, "We aren't grandfather and grandson. We're the same person."
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