Of course, he was also very puzzled in his heart. He had suffered from this addiction before, but it had never been this serious. Why had there suddenly been such a change this time?
The villagers just stood there, staring blankly at Wang Qiang.
Li Fei gestured for Liu Mengyao to bring over the package, which he had taken from Wang Qiang's room the night before. Li Fei opened the package and dumped all its contents onto the table. When Wang Qiang saw the bottles and jars arrayed on the table, his spirits lifted instantly.
It was as if his body no longer itched. In front of everyone, he grabbed the bottle he had made himself.
There were two halves to the bottle, with something obviously placed in the middle.
Wang Qiang subconsciously reached for the lighter which Li Fei had casually tossed onto the table. Without regard for anything else, Wang Qiang lit something and threw it into the bottle then took a deep inhale.
