Jiang Wenzhou said mildly, "This honored guest surnamed Lei-even if nothing else, a private room as upscale as yours ought to have a toilet at his disposal... Yet he had to run so far. Did he pick up some other habit after going to the Upper Capital? I wonder what sort of custom that is. What a rarity!"
The pause ended, and playback resumed.
They saw Lei Datou dash inside, then stick a finger down his throat. With a retch, he began vomiting mouthful after mouthful.
After vomiting, he wiped his face, took out a bottle, and swallowed two pills. Then he undid his trousers and urinated. Only after looking somewhat more refreshed did he head back.
"As you all know, this Drunken Northern Dipper... is a liquor brewed specifically for experts. Drink enough, and it really can leave you half-dead with drunkenness. Even profound cultivation cannot evaporate it or resist its effects... To ordinary people, this Drunken Northern Dipper is a deadly poison. One drink, and they will never wake from their drunken stupor, spending the rest of their lives in drunken dreams!"
Jiang Wenzhou's voice remained mild. "But the manufacturer also developed a sobering medicine specifically for Drunken Northern Dipper. Hmm, that should be what Brother Lei is holding. To tell the truth, though, sales of this medicine are negligible. After all, martial artists rarely get the chance to be drunk, and liquor made specifically to get us genuinely drunk is rarer still!"
"At least, I cannot imagine why Brother Lei would carry so much sobering medicine around with him. One act after another-what a spectacle."
Chapter 161: Growing more frequent
The projection began fast-forwarding again, section by section.
But what they saw was still mostly Lei Datou and his son running out as though taking shifts. First