Volume 1: Absolutely No Same Parallel Universe Chapter 20: The Bizarre Person's Headquarters (Part 2)

  I, the fearless one, had three cups with Wu Zonglian, and my body started to slightly sweat, my emotions becoming more excited. I raised my cup towards the last middle-aged man and smiled: "This big brother has a calm demeanor and an extraordinary bearing, making Ning Xi admire him. This cup, Ning Xi will drink first as a toast." I really couldn't think of any other flattering words, so I downed the wine in one gulp. The slightly spicy wine was rich and mellow, really to my liking, and I couldn't help but sigh "good wine".

  "This is the right way to praise our Brother Du!" This time, Wu Zong didn't pat his belly, but instead patted the table and laughed. "He doesn't care about dignity or demeanor, if you praise his wine, he might get excited and specially brew a jar for you."

  "Wow, I really admire him. Such a fine wine, even in my world, it would be considered a top-notch wine. Unfortunately, my friends only know how to drink foreign liquor and mix it with green tea Coke, what a waste of the brewer's hard work!"

  I sincerely praised: "It turns out that Mr. Du is a master of brewing, and I am fortunate to have tasted such a fine wine tonight, it's a blessing for three lifetimes."

  Mr. Na didn't stand on ceremony, and calmly accepted my flattery, nodding his head as he drank the wine. Just then, Fei Qingyun spoke up from the side, "Actually, winemaking is just Mr. Du's sideline, his true specialty is 'poison', people call him 'Poison Gentleman' Du Naihai."

  "Poison?" I was shocked, and immediately thought of the poppies that covered the hills behind our house. Could it be that he had cultivated them himself? I immediately rejected this idea, remembering how proud Yu Wei had been when she mentioned the poppy cream. It seemed unlikely that they would consider the cream a poison, so his "poison" must refer to traditional poisonous drugs. Only then did I feel relieved.

  Hong Gu saw that I was looking uneasy and scolded: "Qing Yun can't you change your way of speaking, look at how scared you've made your sister."

  I smiled awkwardly, but I wasn't scared by this. Another thought popped into my mind and I hastily asked Du Nahaizi, "So Mr. Du is an expert in poison-making? Ning Xi has a question to ask you, would that be impolite?"

  Du Nahaizi asked calmly: "Does Fang also study poison?"

  "I hastily said: 'That's not it, I just heard a rumor before and wanted to understand it.'"

  Du Na Hai nodded and said, "Then tell me."

  I glanced around at the people nearby and asked cautiously: "Is there a certain poison in this world that, when ingested, will cause one's soul to scatter?"

  Du Naha's eyes widened slightly, his brow furrowed in thought. I watched him tensely. After a while, he shook his head uncertainly and said, "I didn't expect that even I, Du Naha, who knows all the strange poisons under heaven, would not have heard of a poison that can make a person's soul fly away."

  I was getting disappointed, when he suddenly looked up at me and said seriously: "Poison has no fixed definition, poison is medicine, medicine is poison, it depends on where it's used, if used correctly it's medicine, if used incorrectly it's poison. But poison only harms the human abdomen and muscles, never involving the soul. If it's related to the soul, you should ask Hong Girl."

  I was taken aback, and only then did I remember that everyone present had their own unique skills, and Hong Gu was no exception. Turning my head to look at Hong Gu, she had a smile on her face: "How could you think of asking this, little sister?"

  I explained: "I just heard someone mention it before, and I was curious for a moment." Unable to bear the astonishment in my heart, I asked in surprise: "Sister knows something about the soul?"

  Fei Qingyun smiled lightly and said: "Hong Gu is indeed the only legitimate disciple of Pingyang True Man."

  "Ah" I softly exclaimed, unexpectedly the Taoist priest of Pingyang Zhenren had such a beautiful disciple, and, does she know about my matter?

  "Sister, have you heard of my master's name?" Hong Gu asked unexpectedly.

  I was shocked and felt out of place, hastily covering up by saying: "I've heard people mention before that Pingyang True Man is a loner who never takes on disciples. I didn't expect to have such an outstanding disciple like his sister." Flattering won't work, but I secretly wiped away my sweat.

  "My sister speaks, and I love to listen." Hong Gu accepted my compliment calmly and smiled lightly: "Master indeed rarely accepts apprentices. My sister was also accepted because of her innate talent, which Master discovered unintentionally, and then accepted me as an apprentice. Master treats me like both a teacher and a father."

  "Oh, what's so special about it?" I'm really curious now.

  Hong Jie winked at me mysteriously and smiled: "I can see things that others can't."

  "Yin-yang eyes?" I exclaimed in surprise.

  "No," Hong Gu smiled lightly and shook her head, "On every full moon night, I can travel between the realms of yin and yang."

  I stood there in a daze, unsure of what to say, feeling a bit dizzy and unclear whether it was the effect of alcohol.

  "Are you scared, little sister?" Hong Gu asked with concern.

  "No," I shook my head dazedly, my mind wandering far away. Does the underworld and the world of the living really exist? Is it true that every person will return to the underworld after death? Just like the myths I've heard, can they all drink a bowl of Meng Po's soup, be reincarnated, and reborn as humans?

  "Sister, what's wrong with you?" Hong Jie pushed me gently.

  I suddenly laughed at myself, I was originally a soul from another world, so why can't there be an underworld? But if people can really reincarnate, then isn't death no longer scary?

  I hastily pulled Hong Jie and asked her, "Sister, since you've crossed over to the underworld, can you see the spirits there?" I suddenly wanted to ask about my parents' situation, how they were doing now, and whether they had been reincarnated.

  Hong Gu shook her head and smiled lightly: "This is heavenly principle, the first words Master said when he accepted me as his apprentice were, 'One must be cautious in keeping to one's own duties, it can be observed and practiced but not spoken.'"

  A faint sense of disappointment surged in my heart. Pingyang Zhenren was indeed a good master, but the things he did, the things he did to me, weren't they against the heavens?

  A surge of resentment rose in my heart, I picked up the wine and drank it silently, for a moment, I couldn't taste anything.

  Hong Jie saw that I wasn't speaking, so she gently pushed me and smiled: "Little sister wants to know what? If not, another day big sister will come find you, where does little sister live? We'll talk privately, don't let these stinky men hear."

  The fatty suddenly became excited and I felt a warmth in my heart, smiling and saying: "Thank you, sister." For the time being, I didn't know how to tell her where I lived, so I said: "I'm also new to this Furen Fortress, tonight I strolled over here, for the time being I don't know how to describe where I live, or else I'll come find you another day, sister."

  Hong Gu smiled and patted me: "Sister has something on her mind."

  I smiled awkwardly, but then Lufu got up, stroking his beard and said: "Tonight I met a young friend like Ning Ye, and I'm quite pleased. Let me play a tune to help the wine."

  Everyone applauded and cheered, I also burst out laughing, feeling warm in my heart. I never thought that in this time and space, I could make friends with such a few people. A thread of emotion crept up, my nose was stuffy, and my eyes were red.

  Fatso laughed and said: "Xiao Ningxi, why are you crying? Who made you cry?"

  I rubbed my nose and laughed: "I'm a person with poor drinking habits, I'll cry after just one drink. Later if I drink more, I'll cry even harder for you all to see."

  "Good, come on, drink up." The fatty hurriedly poured me another glass of wine, a smile on his face that seemed to be waiting for a good show.

  I ignore him, holding a glass of wine, as the music starts to rise, my thoughts also take flight. If I can live like this, it's not bad either.