Master Basil stared and added one more sentence: "It doesn't seem to be due to a particular rebel."
"Hahaha!"
...
This meal had been going on from noon until almost evening. The sun was setting in the west, and the temperature in Extinct Village was beginning to drop. The slanting rays of the sun passed through the tall tree canopy, seeming to blend warmth in the dim yellow light, but it felt cold upon touching the skin.
Master Basil and Uncle Yao were both drunk. Uncle Yao lay sprawled on the table like a dead pig after having too much alcohol, while Master Basil would occasionally turn over, humming a few words in his sleep, not knowing what he was saying, before falling back into a deep slumber.
Owen Bertram took out a bottle of Spiritual Pills and fed them to the two men.
