On the other hand, Li Yuanqing and the Blood Vine, who were disguised as a bear and a werewolf, rushed into the clouds in the mountains in a daze with red faces. One of them was holding a wine bottle in his hand. It was obvious that he was drunk and had run out of nowhere. The two of them were completely unguarded as they approached Dongming Mountain. They walked on the path and sang a song.
"My patriarch, you died so tragically."
The two of them were drunk and singing a song that was half sad and half happy. It sounded funny. The melodious tune and these tragic lyrics were sung by the two of them, making the patrol team members feel sick of it.
"These two fellows sing really badly. Hurry up and kill them. In any case, these two clans are already useless now. The life and death of these people are not important at all."
"Captain, we're all ready. We're just waiting for your order when to attack."