Fine wine goes well with a good day. It’s a perfect match.

 The ghost messenger was ordered to deliver it quickly.

 The wine glass was filled, and the king of **** raised it high and drank it all.

With the wine by his side, it was a good time. He sighed, "Ah~"

 Drinking and **** slowly crept up his face.

 Drunk, starting to get on your head.

 …

 …

 …

 The human world.

Leaving hell, entering the human world for the first time, stepping on the soft and fragrant land of the human world for the first time, the goblin who has not seen the world, carrying his own little baggage, eyes wide open in curiosity, Look around.

 Looking at the people here, the bustling street market, and the beautiful red lanterns hanging high on the road.

Today... seems to be a festival for the human race. They are celebrating the festival. The streets are full of joy, the fireworks are bright, and everyone's face is filled with smiles - completely different from those in hell.

 The people here are lively and full of vitality.

There is joy, joy, and hope, but not like a ghost in hell, pale and lifeless, like withered words, cold and numb.

The people here are smiling, the adults are holding the little ones, and the little ones are wearing festive and brand-new red clothes - the same as hers.

She is also wearing red clothes, but...it looks tattered, as if she had fled from the desert.

With bare feet and thin clothes, he stood alone in the crowd of people coming and going, looking very out of place with his surroundings.

But she didn’t seem to be aware of her sense of alienation. When she first arrived, she was curious about everything, people, objects, and even fireworks in the sky.

At first, he stood there and stared at the fireworks in the sky. He couldn't help but be amazed and reached out to catch them.

After attracting strange stares from others, she retracted her hand angrily and pretended to be a normal person, following the crowd and looking around.

For a while, she stared at the exquisite red lanterns hanging high in the attic, and for a while, she curiously walked among the crowd, trying to stand on tiptoe to watch the acrobatics being performed inside... Everything was too new for her, and she was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of things. I can’t even finish it.

 Looking around excitedly, she finally stopped in front of a shop selling roasted chicken.

His beautiful eyes stared straight at the fresh and tender chicken that had just been roasted in the kiln, and he swallowed his saliva.

My stomach was growling. At this moment, I was really hungry and my saliva was secreting uncontrollably.

Meat…

Fresh and tender meat…

Meat that looks like it will burst with juice once you take a bite...

There were a lot of people in front of the store, and there was even a long queue. A man picked up a roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves and passed in front of her. She stared until the man disappeared in the crowd and could no longer be seen.

 Then, she stared at the next person.

 People passed by her one after another, and just when she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to queue up to buy one—

 A person came towards her, causing her to suddenly stop.

Movements stagnated and eyes changed suddenly.

 He met a Taoist priest.

Wearing a purple gold Taoist priest's uniform, holding a fly whisk in his hand, and various magical instruments tied around his waist, he walks calmly and powerfully, and you can tell at a glance that he is a Taoist priest with a very high level of cultivation.

They were facing each other, with some distance between them. Yun Si stopped and so did he.

The Taoist priest's eyes were bright. When he saw her, he looked around her, and the bell on his waist began to ring.

 “Dingle bell—ding bell—”

 Xunyao Ling gave the reaction.

“…” Yun Si silently took a step back.

 (End of this chapter)