Han Bao

Chen Zhao can summon demons and see Death.

“Beelzebub, use your Gluttony ability to treat this patient’s anorexia.”

“Raymond, this old man wants to regain his manly function. You know what I mean.”

“Blackie, tell me honestly, when and how is this person going to die... What? You don’t know? You’re the Grim Reaper!”

“That lady wants bigger breasts, a prettier face, and a slimmer body. Wait... I don’t have any demons with these subordinate abilities yet. Seems like I need to make another trip to Hell.”"


Demons Beside You

Chen Zhao went straight into the River Map.

"Old Turtle, take out the oldest wine."

Old Turtle looked at him. "The hundred-year wine? Even you probably can't take it."

Chen Zhao only used ten-year brews now.

Wine that was put here for ten days were basically all ten-year brews.

For regular people, ten-year brews could make one shed tears.

But it wasn't very effective for people with magic.

Last time, Chen Zhao took a sip of a 50-year brew and slept for 20 full days in the River Map.

Regular people didn't have to drink it. They could get drunk with just a whiff.

As for the hundred-year brew, Chen Zhao wasn't sure what would happen if a regular person took a sip.

They wouldn't die though. Plus, the Spiritual Qi in the wine was very beneficial for the body.

Old Turtle took out a bottle of hundred-year brew and placed it before him.

Wine Worth One Hundred Million Dollars