CHAPTER 538: CHAPTER 317 JUNIOR SISTER FEELS THINGS ARE NOT SIMPLE_3

This person awkwardly poured wine into his hand, and because of his shaky hands, he spilled quite a bit. Probably feeling a bit regretful, he brought his hand close to his mouth, trying to catch it with his mouth.

He seemed to be drinking for the first time. The harsh wine burned his throat, turning the scholar’s face bright red. He coughed for a long time before he recovered.

After recovering, he suddenly started to sing.

"The Yellow Banner True Monarch shows his might, the world is unjust and opens the Heavenly Door. In this life, my blood nourishes the Imperial Banner, in the next, we’ll be brothers in the banner."

This was a nursery rhyme recently spreading around Bianjing City. The scholar sang it stumblingly, frantically.

He looked at the chaotic crowd in front of him, chuckled, then wiggled his butt further into the donkey cart, and started drawing circles on his face with fingers smeared in wine.

As he drew, he sang the lyrics about being brothers in the Human Emperor Banner.

But as he sang, his voice gradually softened. Among the frenzied lyrics, a series of sucking sounds started to slip in.

He was sucking his fingers.

It seemed he tasted something good. Whenever his wine-dipped fingers reached his mouth, he would pause.

At first, he just licked, then he sucked, and finally, he stopped drawing altogether, clutching the wine pot and started drinking.

Once he finished the whole pot of harsh wine, the scholar sobered up quite a bit despite his intoxication.

He staggered up, pointed at the sky, and cursed.

"The Yellow Banner True Monarch is bullshit, the joy is in the cup. A pot each day might be too few, drink and then soar in the sky!"

"Damn it, I refuse to die! Bullshit Human Emperor Banner, bullshit world, bullshit next life! Damn it! More wine!"

Zhang Ze, "..."

He had a lot to rant about now but didn’t know where to start.

Just as he was about to burst and ’come back to life,’ he suddenly felt himself being lifted...

It was that drunken scholar who didn’t want to die. He lifted Zhang Ze from the donkey cart.

As for what he’d do carrying Zhang Ze, it was, of course, to sell this corpse to get wine money.

This person was a bit eccentric. The city was in chaos at that moment, making it easy to loot for free.

Nowadays, you could walk into any restaurant and drink as much as you want.

But suffice to say, this scholar was truly unique. Even drunk, his thinking wasn’t normal.

The scholar’s thought process was simple.

He needed money to buy wine, but he had none. However, he’d heard that a corpse could fetch money in the city, so he figured selling this picked-up corpse would give him drink money, wouldn’t it?

Probably influenced by the alcohol, even though stumbling, he ran swiftly carrying Zhang Ze.

He kept grumbling to himself as he ran.

"Corpse Communication Master... learning secretly isn’t theft... it’s a scholar’s business, not theft..."

After comforting himself, he said to Zhang Ze.

"From... from now on, you’re my dad. You... take my surname. After I sell you, I’ll treat you to drinks, one pot for me, one cup for you, one pot for me, one cup for you... Wine is really good stuff, I’ll make sure to keep your grave well soaked so you can stay happy even in death."

"Dad, what do you think?"

Zhang Ze, "..."

Zhang Ze sighed softly and began to imperceptibly operate his Cultivation Technique.

The poor scholar who was still running suddenly felt the ’corpse’ on his back become as heavy as a rock. He was just relying on the energy from the wine, and losing his balance, he stumbled to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a sword light swept across, shattering the buildings on either side of the street.

Zhang Ze and the scholar were buried under the debris of bricks and stones.

After a long time, Zhang Ze, noticing the sky’s aura calming down and ensured no one was around, cautiously pushed aside the rubble on him and crawled out.

Since Zhang Ze was under him, the scholar was naturally unscathed and now slept soundly.

Zhang Ze shook his head helplessly.

"Who told you to call me dad, so it’s only right for daddy to save your life."

Saying so, he somehow fished out a wine pot and placed it in the scholar’s hand, then turned to leave.

Though he didn’t know if this new situation could continue the sell-self-to-bury-father plan, he still had to find his daughter first.

Zhang Ze didn’t dare to use Divine Sense search at that moment and could only retrace his steps, hoping Lu Chen was still waiting there for him.

Since the fight between the two Great Powers had ended, those who didn’t escape and survived the catastrophe were now coming out from various places.

Just as Zhang Ze was momentarily confused, he suddenly saw a familiar figure, and his eyes lit up.

He quickly ran forward, intending to reach out but remembered it wasn’t the person he thought, so he withdrew his hand.

"Lu Chen, you’ve transformed again? Did you get into a fight? So, what’s up, plan canceled, no selling self to bury father?" Zhang Ze stepped forward and asked softly.

"..."

The person remained silent, not being Lu Chen but Chen Qin, who had been sent in by Tang through some means.

The Junior Sister frowned, feeling like something was off.

’Who’s Lu Chen? Why didn’t Senior recognize me? What’s this sell-self-to-bury-father? I just got here?’