"Uncle Master, it's easy to go!"

Lin Xi choked and bowed to Uncle Zhang.

After Uncle Zhang went downstairs, Lin Xi returned to the room, sat cross-legged on the ground, without saying a word, waiting for the judgment from fate.

A moment later, the door opened and Uncle Zhang's figure appeared at the door again, with a dull look on his face.

"Uncle Master..."

Lin Xi wailed and tears rolled down her eyes, "Is your ghost... back?"

"What a ghost! I'm not dead yet!"

Uncle Zhang rolled his eyes and reached out to Lin Xi, "Give me the immortal drunk, Jiang Shouzheng wants to borrow it to exchange wine!"

"ah?"

Lin Xi's face was dull, "Director Jiang... is he here to borrow the gods and immortals to be drunk?"

"yes!"

Uncle Zhang's mouth twitched violently. I was so scared that I explained my funeral. Are you just here to borrow the gods and immortals to drink wine?
Chapter completed!