"Wine-Crazy has a habit. After forging something for someone, he usually rests for a while and won't forge any weapons for anyone during that time." Afraid Huang Xiao might misunderstand, Sun Lanbing hurriedly explained in a low voice.
"Old Ghost, we didn't come to have you forge weapons. We came to bring you wine!" Zhou Kemo shouted.
"Zhou Kemo, you never visit a temple without something to ask of the gods. Am I supposed to believe you?" a voice came from inside the house again.
"So what if I do have something to ask? If you don't want to forge weapons for me, could I force you?" Zhou Kemo said. "I just have something I want to ask you. If we're not welcome, forget it. I'll take this wine back."
Despite his words, Zhou Kemo brushed his hand over the wine jar's seal.
"Mmm, what a fragrance! What wine is that?" The door flew open with a bang, and an old man rushed out. His head was half bald, his clothes disheveled, and he looked rather slovenly.
After rushing out, he went straight up to Zhou Kemo and brought his nose close to the wine jar.
Zhou Kemo had already opened a small gap in its seal, letting the fragrance of wine waft out.
"Fine wine. Give it here." Wine-Crazy reached out to take the jar.
But Zhou Kemo moved it aside. "Can we go in now?"
Hearing this, Wine-Crazy glanced at the three of them. "You really aren't here to have me forge weapons?"
"After everything I've said, do I have any reason to lie to you?" Zhou Kemo said loudly.
"All right, then. Come in," Wine-Crazy said after a moment's thought.
In the end, he had still failed to resist the lure of fine wine.
"Sit wherever you