"Dead?"
"Fuck!"
"It's over, the Buddhist scripture is useless!"
The boy's fall was like kicking a hornet's nest.
The bit of post-disaster excitement that everyone had just begun to feel was like an ice cube doused with boiling water, gone in an instant.
Lin Baici immediately rushed to the boy's side to examine the body.
Hollow cheeks, dark circles, a pale face—it was clear he had died of excessive consumption of his body, the kind of death that comes from sudden exhaustion.
[A body that has been drained of its life essence by a wine ghost!]
[In this underground wine cellar, there is a wine ghost that feeds on the life essence of humans. If it sets its sights on you, you'll be drained within three minutes!]
[Don't hold out hope—the Buddhist scriptures have no effect on it!]
The Eater God commented in three parts.
Lin Baici's expression darkened. What the hell was a wine ghost? It sounded like a tough problem.
"Everyone, get back into the wine jars!"
