The monk was about to take the glass of wine when suddenly a voice rang in his ears.

[Boy, don't drink that cup, that glass of wine is poisonous, drink the fourth cup, listen to me, quick! ] 】

Before the voice was finished, the old man over there frowned slightly, and with a direct flick of his sleeves, a gust of wind flew directly towards the monks in the stands.

And as soon as the fast word in the monk's ear fell, a miserable scream rang out, and it seemed that it was the monk of his own sect who transmitted the message to him.

This monk was a little skeptical of his choice, if the scene just now was true, then it was very likely that there was a problem with his own glass of wine, otherwise the monk of his own family would not have reminded himself like this, but in the process of watching it, this glass of wine was indeed no problem.

So.

[I want to drink...... First Cup! 】

[Huh? 】

The old man's brows furrowed, but he didn't say anything, and gently put down the glass of wine in his hand, and replaced it with the first wine, and placed it in front of the monk.

This monk actually has some bottomless in his heart, but since he has made his own choice, there is nothing to say, this glass of wine, he drank it.

The glass was raised slightly, and then it was drunk, exactly the same as the previous two glasses.

Then you should be fine.

He didn't speak, and the old man didn't speak, so he stayed quietly.

During this time, he began to hesitate, was he reckless just now? Seems so.

Since only one of the four glasses of wine was poisonous, the chance of his death was actually not small, only one in four.

If the monk of his own sect is not real, but the illusion is conjured to deceive him, then the fourth cup is very likely to be poisonous, but if it is not an illusion, it is really his predecessors who are reminding him, then the second cup is very likely to be poisonous.

He couldn't tell whether the monk he had just reminded him was real or not, so he made a bold decision.

That is, he did not drink the second and fourth glasses, and he chose one of the first and third glasses, not only avoiding the two glasses full of suspicion.

Even if these two glasses of wine are not poisonous, only one of the remaining two glasses of wine is poisonous, which makes him more or less confident, he bets that he will not be poisoned, so, he bet, and from the current situation, it seems that he is right.

He looked at the old man.

[I made the right bet, can you let me go?] 】

[You were right to bet, but when did I say let you go.] 】

[You are unreasonable, what you are saying is clearly ...... It's ......]

The monk was stuck, he couldn't speak, the old man didn't say that he would let him go at the beginning, everything was his wishful thinking, it can be said that he was deceived by this old man, or it can be said that he was fooled, but it doesn't matter.

[Playing games with the rule-makers is always the stupidest behavior, and there is no one.] 】

Now you can try your body, and you can still listen to your call. 】

The old man first mocked the monk, and then said something that frightened the monk.

His body really didn't listen to his own command.

What do you mean? 】

What do you mean? It's not interesting, I just want to borrow your spirit to make wine, after all, you just drank three cups from me. 】

[So you didn't plan to let me go in the first place? 】

[Such a simple thing, have you only figured it out now?] Since you've got that in mind, then I don't mind if you make a ghost. 】

[These wines are all fine wines, but they are also poisonous wines that kill people, and these wines are all made by me with other people's spirits. As long as you have drunk these wines, it is equivalent to nourishing your soul with other people's spirits, which will make your spirits stronger and stronger. 】

[But your body will become weak, because these wines are just an introduction, what really nourishes your soul is your flesh It seems that your flesh is intact, but in fact they are completely decayed, as long as I touch it lightly. 】

The old man said, gently stretching out a finger and pointing at the monk.

And the monk's body began to disintegrate inch by inch, even though the monk was desperately shouting, don't do this, my body.

However, the speed of his body's disintegration did not decrease in the slightest, and although he did not feel the slightest pain, this feeling still made him feel that life was worse than death, even though his spirit could already resist the invasion of the outside world.

But just like a newborn toddler facing the world, it's not that it's impossible, it's just that it's too fragile, and if you don't pay attention, it's dangerous.

[You can't die well, you Qingyangmen are evil cultivators at all, you are all monsters! ] 】

[Oh? It's not bad for you to say that, but don't you know, I'm the secret treasure of Qingyangmen that you monks dream of. 】

The old man said this and glanced at the monk, the monk opened his mouth wide, and he was already shocked beyond measure, the secret treasure of Qingyangmen is this old man? How is this possible, this is a person, and that thing is not a secret protection?

[Are you surprised? You are so surprised, didn't anyone tell you that I am the secret treasure of Qingyangmen? It's so much fun. 】

[Did you know? You're the worst cultivator in your group, so you're the last one to play this game, let me tell you a story, it's so rare to be as stupid as you. 】

[Qingyangmen does have a secret treasure, but this secret treasure is not a magic weapon or anything, but a converter that can turn the monk's soul into wine, I hope you can understand the name of the converter, this is my own name, if you can't understand it, I won't explain it to you. 】

[The biggest function of this magic weapon is to extract the monk's soul, and then brew the monk's soul into wine, which can warm the monk's soul, as long as a small amount of reference is used each time, over time, it can warm the monk's soul five times that of a normal person. 】

At this moment, the old man's expression suddenly froze.

[Harm, I can't continue to tell the story, people, start calling me, by the way, those words just now were all lied to you, do you know why? Because I like to look at other people's stunned eyes, and also, when people are old, they like to tell scary stories to scare children. Hahahahaha! 】

The monk had vanished in the process of the old man's narration, and all that was left was his robes, all kinds of magic weapons, and many storage bags.

It was as if there were no monks at all, and as if the people had suddenly disappeared, leaving only the robes of the place.