Alcohol That Can Make Sadness Flow Into A River

"This beer can't hurt anyone, right?"

"It won't hurt you. Spiritual Qi only benefits people. It won't hurt anyone."

Chen Zhao's head kind of hurt, but his mind was extremely clear.

The sweet alcohol entered his throat, hot but not burning.

A fragrance poured out without an endless aftertaste.

Images flashed past his eyes. Memories that had blurred became clear again.

Chen Zhao's cheeks actually dampened.

He wiped away his tears. "What, I became so emotional after drinking this."

"Your spiritual power isn't bad. If a regular person drinks it, they'll probably dissolve into tears."

"You're sure drinking this won't kill anyone?"

"Of course. It's not fake alcohol."

Chen Zhao looked around. There was a bamboo forest in the distance.

He cut down some bamboo tubes and poured the wine in.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to see if there's a market."

"What do you mean?"