Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 995 - 470: Making Friends Over Wine_2

Chapter 995: Chapter 470: Making Friends Over Wine_2

"Thrilling!"

Brother Wu laughed loudly as he pulled up the short-haired young man, "Let’s go again!"

This round of drinking brought them to six bowls, almost two catties of alcohol ingested.

"May I have the honor of knowing Brother’s esteemed name?"

Brother Wu filled the short-haired young man’s bowl again.

"Zhou Ziyang!"

The short-haired young man exhaled a breath of alcoholic air; the drink was quite throat-burning, but not very strong, and now he just felt a bit dizzy, not drunk.

"Brother Zhou, please!"

Brother Wu continued to urge the drinks, and he still drank first.

"How long are we going to drink?"

Xia Hongyao was curious.

"It’s not until we drink ourselves to death, right?"

Liu Langqing had a good alcohol tolerance; if passing the test was just about drinking, she wouldn’t have a problem.

"I guess there’s some key point, once reached, we probably won’t have to drink anymore!"

The big aunt speculated.

By the ninth bowl, Zhou Ziyang was still not drunk, but his stomach was uncomfortable, churning like overturned rivers, then he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Blah!

Zhou Ziyang bent over and threw up.

A wave of stench from the alcoholic vomit and fermented dinner permeated the corridor.

Brother Wu’s face darkened with anger, and his left fist immediately struck Zhou Ziyang’s stomach.

Bang!

Zhou Ziyang was knocked to the ground, convulsing with his arms wrapped around his belly.

"You sorry excuse of a man, with such poor drinking capacity, you’re not worth befriending!"

Brother Wu shook his head and looked to the two examiners beside him.

"Brothers, come, let’s drink to victory!"

Li Bo and Yang Zhi hadn’t taken the opportunity to leave while Zhou Ziyang was drinking, mainly because they were too close, and leaving might have gotten them targeted immediately.

"Ha ha, Brother Wu, my alcohol tolerance isn’t that great, can I drink a little less?"

Li Bo made a tentative suggestion.

Brother Wu’s answer was simple; he threw a punch.

"No more nonsense, when drinking, enjoy to the fullest!"

Brother Wu was dissatisfied, hating those who claim they can’t drink: "One bowl for me, two for you, fail to finish, I’ll punch the crap out of you!"

Li Bo had no choice but to drink.

Yang Zhi joined him.

"I should have kept my mouth shut!"

Li Bo looked at Zhou Ziyang sprawled on the ground, the youngster didn’t get up; instead, he started snoring, pretending to be dead.

Cunning!

But if he could just survive the rule pollution by taking a couple of punches, it was tolerable.

The bodies of the God Hunters are all enhanced; someone at Li Bo’s level could normally drink two or three catties of sake just fine.

By the eighth bowl, Yang Zhi felt so unwell that he wanted to throw up.

"Brother Wu, can I go to the toilet, please?"

Yang Zhi asked.

"A donkey on a mill always has a lot of shit and piss, go quick and come back!"

Brother Wu waved dismissively.

Yang Zhi trotted a few steps, planning to go to a further room to use the toilet, but was grabbed by Brother Wu.

"Just pee inside there!"

Brother Wu pointed to the bedroom next door.

Yang Zhi had no choice but to obey; he entered the bedroom and closed the door, but Brother Wu pushed it open, thankfully not forcing him to pee right there.

Huagh! Huagh!

Yang Zhi squatted over the toilet, dry heaving as quietly as he could.

After vomiting for about a minute, Yang Zhi washed his face quickly and hurried back.

He didn’t dare delay for too long, to avoid triggering more severe rule pollution.

But Brother Wu was still not satisfied.

"Why did you take so long? Now, punishment drink three bowls!"

Brother Wu urged, "Drink up quick!"

By the time Yang Zhi finished his punishment drink, Li Bo had reached his twentieth bowl and suddenly collapsed to the ground, swaying.

Drunk!

"You scrawny bird, you can’t even drink as much as the little ladies selling pancakes in our county!"

After saying that, Brother Wu walked over to Li Bo, grabbed his hair with his left hand, pulled him up, then grabbed his collar with his right hand and ripped.

Rip!

Li Bo’s clothes were torn off.

Brother Wu was not yet satisfied, he didn’t even leave Li Bo’s underwear on, stripped him bare, and then pulled out a rope from his trouser pocket, wrapped it around Li Bo several times, and hung him under the ceiling.

Li Bo wanted to resist, but the alcohol had a numbing effect, leaving him unable to struggle, simply at the mercy of Brother Wu.

Liu Langqing and the big aunt shivered at the sight.

Damn it!

Pan Yunxiang really is an unfilial son.

If oneself were peeled and hung bare, it would be social death.

"Red Medicine, let’s go upstairs!"

Liu Langqing urged in a low voice.

"Upstairs? For what?"

Xia Hongyao didn’t understand: "We can’t dodge the pollution!"

Liu Langqing wanted to say, don’t you have a brain, of course, we can’t dodge it, but the female examiners were all living upstairs, and being stripped bare wouldn’t be as embarrassing there.

"Don’t tell me you want to be seen by men?"

The big aunt retorted.

"Oh!"

Xia Hongyao understood but was not at all panicked: "With Little Linzi here, it’s all good!"

The two sisters were speechless; were you too trusting in Lin Baici?

The male examiners all had grim expressions, but Shen Nan was an exception.

Yang Zhi was numbed; he looked at Li Bo and then at Zhou Ziyang, and suddenly bent down to start vomiting.

He would rather take a beating than be hung up.

"You sorry waste, squandering my good wine!"

Brother Wu cursed, and a punch landed on Yang Zhi’s face.

Bang!

Yang Zhi stumbled backward, nose bleeding, his fists clenched, wanting to fight back, but he held back.

What if fighting back led to a more vicious counterattack?

Forget it,

just endure this time!

But Brother Wu didn’t let him off, continuing the beating because he drank a lot, vomited a lot, and wasted a lot.

This was unbearable!

Yang Zhi curled up, holding his head, and just when he couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to hit back, Brother Wu finally gave up.

"Ptui, trash!"

Brother Wu spat a thick gob of phlegm onto Yang Zhi, then looked left and right, his gaze landing on Lin Baici.