Chapter 0129 – What Do You Dream About When You’re Drunk-Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

On the day he returned to Yellow Springs Pavilion, the investigating officers and law enforcement martial artists came to greet him, and the scene was very warm. In particular, the matter of capturing the Great Drunken Demon’s subordinates had caused the Yellow Spring Pavilion’s morale to reach its peak.

My study was just as neat as when I left it, and the flowers were in full bloom in the pots on the windowsill. It seems that Xu Dalong has kept the place in good order, even the study hasn’t been left behind.

"Bring in the backlog of business." I commanded.

"I knew you would say that, it’s already prepared, it’s all here, I need you to personally go through it." Xu Dalong said, handing over a stack of documents.

I thought that there would be a lot of things waiting for me to handle, but when I saw that the number of documents was not too many, I realized that other than the matters that had to be handled by me, everything else had been taken care of by Xu Dalong.

I couldn’t help but sigh, in terms of handling the affairs of the Yellow Springs Pavilion, Xu Dalong was better than me. What’s more, he has the Blood Heavenly Demoness to instruct him in his martial arts, so what is there for me to be uneasy about?

”The future is promising, my next Yellow Springs Pavilion Master.”

Of course, Xu Dalong didn’t know what I was thinking at the moment.

At that moment, another investigator walked in with a box.

"Pavilion Master, here’s something for you."

"Who sent this?" I asked.

"Drunken Demon Lord."

I just captured the Drunken Demon’s subordinate and he sends something over? I had asked the other Demon Lords about him before, but I didn’t expect him to act first.

The investigating officer put down the case and backed out.

I was about to open the box when Xu DaLong suddenly shouted, "Watch out!"

"Scared me! What’s wrong?" I was startled by him.

"What if it’s poisonous fumes in there? …… However, it shouldn’t be, just for a guy who drinks and drives and crashes into people, it’s not enough to take your life." Xu Dalong himself felt it was unlikely.

"Of course not, rather you scared me to death." I said helplessly.

Opening the case, there was only one jug inside.

"He sent a jug of wine?"

I picked up the jug, but realized something was wrong.

"It’s not wine, it’s an empty jug."

"Could it be some valuable antique?" Xu Dalong guessed.

"It’s the most common jug you’ll find in a street store." I said as I took a closer look.

"Why did he give you an empty wine jug? Is this provocation?" Xu Dalong said indignantly.

I’m also puzzled as to why he sent an empty jug when he knew we would react this way.

"It’s a warning from the Drunken Devil to let us go." I quickly figured out the implications.

"Then he should send a broken wine pot or simply send a knife over." Xu Dalong said.

"So what the hell does he mean?"

"Still think?" I said, snapping to my feet.

"Where are you going?" Xu Dalong asked.

"Where else can I go? To find the Drunken Demon, of course." I took the wine jug and walked out of the study.

"Drink up!"

I took an empty wine jug and waltzed into the great drunken forest where the Drunken Demon resided. I had informed him in advance, so the guards let me in straight away.

In the Great Drunken Forest, houses are strewn about in a variety of buildings ranging from humble thatched huts to opulent mansions that are both beautiful and full of free-spiritedness.

Breweries of all sizes could be found everywhere, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of alcohol. Drunks sit in groups on the roadside drinking and chatting, while others simply fall to the ground, unconscious.

At first glance, the place looked chaotic, but I knew that although the Drunken Demon’s subordinates were few in number, each one of them was quite strong. Those seemingly drunken fellows, but their eyes were all secretly sharp.

In the center of the Great Drunken Forest, there was a lake with a small island in the center of the lake, on which the Drunken Demon’s residence, the Drunken Dream House, was built.

I arrived at the island in a flat boat.

The martial artist who was in charge of picking me up delivered me to the island and then turned around and left.

I walked slowly along the lakeside path towards the Drunken Dream House. Before I could reach the door, I saw a woman had opened it and was standing there to greet me.

"Welcome, my lord. My name is Lu Bin."

She had a clear face and a gentle temperament, and was an expert under the Drunken Devil’s command and one of the Three Cups of Pouring, just like the Three Cups of Pouring – Gu Ma Ying, whom he had seen last time.

"Demon Lord is already waiting for you, please follow me."

I followed her into the Drunken Dream Mansion, through the corridors, to an elegant room called "Drunken Dream".

The Drunken Devil is in there.

He was reclining on a low couch covered with soft furs and seemed to be asleep.

The room smelled strongly of alcohol, and there were dozens of bottles lying around on the floor, some of them empty, some of them still half-empty.

I could tell at a glance that the bottles weren’t randomly placed, and that if the Drunken Demon and I fought here, they would all become his weapons, forming some sort of formation that would trap me.

The place may look disorganized, but it’s a hidden secret.

The One Flower Sword Venerable said he was easygoing, the Extremely Evil Evil Demon said he was obnoxious, and at this moment, he was displaying another stance in front of me – a drunken slumber.

Drunken Devil, what kind of dream are you having?

I stood in place for a moment, my eyes looking past the drunken demon to the shimmering lake outside the window, before walking ten paces away from him and sitting down, placing the empty jug I’d brought on the table.

Seemingly sensing my arrival, the Drunken Demon slowly opened his eyes.

The Great Drunken Demon, Song Si Hyuk.

He was young and handsome, one of the most beautiful men in the Demon Sect, and had a baby face that looked a few years younger than his actual age.

At the moment, he had green stubble growing on his chin, but instead of making him look scruffy, it added a bit more of a mature man’s charm.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he picked up the jug on the table and poured himself a glass of wine, then looked at me and asked, "A drink?"

His face gradually overlapped with the frail, frail soul I remembered.

When I returned to the Devil’s Sect in search of the materials for the Soul Return Technique, the Drunken Devil was still alive, but was already a walking corpse.

He has been bedridden for a long time, and is said to be very ill, which the magic doctor says is due to his chronic alcoholism.

A drunken demon can actually die from alcohol?

The news shocked everyone and became the laughing stock of those who hated him.

–"A drink?"

Those were the first words he said to me then, exactly as they are now.

The words seemed to carry an echo, reverberating through my mind as the terminally ill soul gradually reunited with the vibrant drunken demon in front of me.

"You don’t like this wine?" Drunken Devil asked.

"No harm done."

He didn’t seem to care about my answer and took a sip of his own wine.

"Why are you only coming to me now? Am I that unpopular among the Eight Devil Demons?"

"The main character always comes on last." I said with a smile.

"I’m the main character in your story?"

"The protagonist of my story is, of course, myself, and you, well, you’re either a valuable person who helps me grow or an enemy who hinders my progress. Then in my story, you think my big brother will be what role? Is it a partner to help you, or ……"

I purposely didn’t finish, but looked at him quietly.

The Drunken Devil stared at me for a moment before suddenly asking, "Do you like to drink?"

"Used to like it."

"Now what?"

"Occasionally, I drink a little, but more often than not, it’s just for socializing."

"So young and so loud."

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