After hearing the ghost's answer, I felt as if I had fulfilled some kind of wish, and finally relaxed.

"Come, drink." I raised the flask as I spoke, and drank it down.

The ghost looked at me, "Girl, you drink like this, I only took two jugs of wine." ”

"Go and drink with the drunkards." I said, I was about to go out, but I stopped at the door, looked at myself in plain clothes, shook my head and said, "This shirt doesn't match." ”

But I didn't have any clothes that matched the makeup, so I turned to look at the ghost, "I have clothes, borrow one." ”

The ghost looked at me, a little stunned, but said happily, "The new clothes I made a few days ago have not yet been worn, and at this moment, it seems that they are the most suitable girl." As she spoke, she spread her hand forward, and a gorgeous robe appeared in her hand.

I looked at the bright red clothes, the intricate patterns, the hem, the cuffs were embroidered with ink-colored fine threads, and the collar was a butterfly fluttering.

I reached out and took the gorgeous robe, draped it outside, tied the belt with the gold edge, and led the butterfly bone to hang down.

I spun around in satisfaction, "That's the right thing." With that, I went out of my room and went with the ghost to the drunkard's quarters.

The ghosts I encountered along the way were all stunned, and after looking at me carefully, they dared to be sure that it was really me, but they forgot to greet me.

The drunkard's dwelling was not far from the entrance to the hell, and he was the only one who lived there in the underworld, and a large part of the place was filled with his vats, and the smell of wine was already far away, entwined, choking and intoxicating.

As I got closer, I saw the drunkard walking back and forth between the vats, and the ghost was beside me, shouting, "Drunkard, there is a guest." ”

When the drunkard heard this, he turned his head to look at the two of us, squinted his eyes and looked at me carefully, "Girl, why are you dressed like this today?" ”

I walked over, looked down at the vat he had opened earlier, and said, "On a whim." ”

The ghost also walked over, "Drunkard, you don't have enough wine to drink, you have to be generous." “

The drunkard laughed, "Since the girls are here, I have a wine pipe here for you to drink enough." ”

The ghost patted him on the shoulder, "It's good enough." ”

"Go inside." The drunkard said and sealed the vat, "You go and sit down first, and I'll go get the wine." ”

"Okay." After answering the call, I walked with the ghost to the drunkard's courtyard, pushed open the wooden door in the shape of a wine vat, and sat down at the round table in the center of the courtyard.

Not long after he sat down, the drunkard walked in with a wooden cart, which was divided into three layers, and a total of nine jars of wine were placed.

The drunkard picked up the jar on the left, poured three glasses each, and then said, "Drink these nine jars of wine in order to ensure that you will never forget them." ”

The ghost looked at the nine jars of wine, but said worriedly, "Nine jars of wine...... But this girl drinks ...... much."

When the drunkard heard this, he patted his chest and poured, "Don't worry, the girl will definitely be able to drink the ninth cup." ”

I listened to what he meant, and I was afraid that I could only guarantee that I would finish the nine cups, but I could not guarantee that I would not get drunk after drinking.

"Then taste the taste of these nine cups." I raised my first glass of wine as I spoke, and when I smelled it, there was nothing out of the ordinary, and it was just as plain to drink.

The drunkard also tasted it, but he didn't think it was any different, and the drunkard understood our expressions, but he didn't say anything and poured a second jar of wine.

The wine in this jar has some taste, but it is still light compared to the most ordinary wine, and after two glasses of wine, the ghost who has already drunk it frowned.

Looking at the third cup that the drunkard was pouring, the ghost still endured it, thinking that it was no wonder that the girl was not drunk.

The taste of the third glass of wine reached the strength of ordinary normal wine, but our mouths were nourished by the drunkard's wine, but this taste was not satisfied.

However, if this trend continues, the ninth cup of wine can be imagined to be strong.

In the blink of an eye, the three of us drank quietly to the sixth cup, which shows how devout we drunkards are about drinking.

When the seventh glass of wine entered his throat, it was already scorching and sweltering, and the face of the ghost also flew red, adding to the enchantment.

In contrast, the drunkard is worthy of being a winemaker, and his dark face is still light and light.

Looking at the eighth glass of wine, the three of us still didn't hesitate to pick it up, and drank it, but I couldn't close my mouth for a long time.

Unlike the spicy wine that chases the drinking song, his spiciness, which is due to the chili peppers, is the spiciness, and the spiciness, which is the taste of the wine.

Seeing that the last glass, the long-awaited ninth glass of wine, finally came to the court.

The three of us took the ninth glass of wine, but after looking at it carefully, I drank it all, but all imagination was in vain, and the taste of this wine was almost the same as the first, the only difference being that it was placed after the eight glasses.

The moment I put down the glass, the taste in my mouth changed, and it felt like I had drunk it again in reverse order from the eighth glass.

Putting down the wine glass, the ghost and I didn't speak for a long time, and the drunkard naturally didn't speak.

After a long time, the ghost spoke, "It's really different. ”

I didn't open my mouth, because the taste of these eight glasses of wine was still repeating itself in my mouth, increasing and decreasing, and it was very wonderful and endless.

The drunkard looked at me and asked worriedly, "Girl, are you drunk?" ”

I knew my face must be red because I felt like it was burning, and my eyes were already ghosting and I was opening my mouth to answer.

The wooden door of the small courtyard was pushed open by one person, and I looked at the black that staggered away, and I knew who it was.

His face was a little blurry in my eyes, only those eyes still clearly pierced my soul, who was trapped by the formation in those eyes? What?

I opened my mouth a little dizzy, "Hades...... Drink...... Have a drink ......"

I knew that I was drunk again, and my eyes had become boundless black, and I had been in this darkness for hundreds of years, alone, and I couldn't even find a place to stay, so I could only shrink in place, and when I hallucinated, I looked at the faces, and the old people came to me, and I longed for them to take me, but never.

I thought I would dream of Sikong, but this time he refused to dream, this time no one came, only me who kept struggling in the dark, longing to open my eyes.

After my unremitting efforts, or the unwillingness to give up, I finally opened my eyes, and let out a wheezing sound uncontrollably, I finally opened my eyes and finally saw the light.

After opening my eyes, I looked at the scene in front of me, and I was a little dazed for a while, until the voice of Hades came, I felt why this scene was somewhat familiar, I was actually in the so-called "love nest", and my right side was the screen of the hundred ghosts walking at night.

"Wake up." Hades spoke, presumably not far from me.

I supported my body, sat up, and as far as I could see, it was still the red clothes, and I looked at Hades, only to see his tall back, sitting not far from me, looking down and rummaging through the folds on the case.

"How long have I been drunk."

"This year is the third year in terms of human beings."