"Great-Uncle..."
The Skeleton Blood Vine Monster named Vine Flower broke down in tears, collapsing to the ground.
Before her lay an old Vine Demon who, at some unknown moment, had lost his life, lying there on the ground, having passed away in his sleep, still holding a bottle of ordinary blood wine in his hand.
Beneath him lay another bottle of Spirit Blood Wine, unopened, visible to Divine Sense at a glance.
"Great-Uncle, rest in peace."
Vine Flower's tears gushed forth like a fountain.
The old man seemed to have sensed his imminent death yesterday, therefore he was reluctant to drink this precious bottle of Spirit Blood Wine.
How foolish, truly foolish.
She should have known it at the time; the old man always loved drinking like his life depended on it, and suddenly, he became reluctant.
At that time, it should have been clear that he knew he was going to die.
But what then could such knowledge do?