I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

Third Master Qiao was at least seventy years old, and seemed to be a few years older than Zhang Qing'an.

As soon as he saw me and Little Fatty come out of the airport, Third Master Qiao hurriedly came up to us: "Oh, Young Master Wu, Fatty, we've finally been waiting for you! Come on, let's go have a drink."

As he spoke, Third Master Qiao grabbed my arm and led us toward the parking lot.

Surprisingly, despite his advanced age, Master Qiao drives a pretty good car – a large Land Rover, and an extended version at that.

"Third Master Qiao, nice car." I said with a smile.

Master Qiao often collaborates with the Wanluo Sect, and the rare and precious treasures he finds can fetch high prices, so he must be a man who is not short of money.

"It's alright. In Northeast China, this car is useful and prestigious." Old Master Qiao said with a smug look on his face.

Little Fatty perked up as soon as he saw the big Land Rover and quickly exclaimed, "Third Master Qiao, your car is great! May I drive it?"

As soon as I heard that Little Fatty wanted to drive, I quickly refused: "Please don't drive, I beg you."

"Even if you're begging, you have to wait in line. Why can't I open?" the chubby boy said indignantly.

"That's right, Fatty can drive it if he wants. It's okay if he crashes it. We can just buy a new one." Third Master Qiao waved his hand dismissively, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

Little Fatty's driving was just a car accident? That could be fatal.

Despite my repeated refusals, Master Qiao became interested and insisted on letting Little Fatty try driving his car.

I really can't stop him; he'll regret it soon enough.

As soon as I got on the bus, I sat in the back, fastened my seatbelt, gripped the handrail, and stood ready.

Old Master Qiao was bold enough to sit in the passenger seat and chat with Little Fatty, having a lively conversation.

Little Fatty touched the steering wheel, and just as Master Qiao was still rambling on, Little Fatty suddenly stepped on the gas, and the car instantly entered flight mode.

In just a split second, I felt that Third Master Qiao's soul left his body, his head hit the windshield, and he almost flew out.

I closed my eyes, not daring to look. All along the way, I could hear the agonizing screams of Third Master Qiao.

The two henchmen of Master Qiao sitting next to me were also wailing and howling like ghosts, their cries even more awful than those of a pig being slaughtered.

"Fatty, Fatty... slow down, slow down... I'm having a heart attack..."

"Fatty...oh no, I'm going to die..."

The car finally stopped more than half an hour later, accompanied by constant wailing.

I opened my eyes and heard the sound of a car door opening. Then I saw Third Master Qiao roll off the passenger seat and fall to the ground, where he started vomiting violently.

The two people next to me also staggered off the bus, looking like they were drunk, and went somewhere to vomit.

Although I was prepared, I still wasn't quite used to it. It took me five minutes after getting off the train to feel like my soul had returned to my body.

"Third Master Qiao, how's my driving skill?" Little Fatty walked over to Third Master Qiao, patted his back to help him vomit more easily.

While vomiting, Third Master Qiao said, "Hey Fatty, it took me an hour and a half to get home, but you got home in half an hour..."

"If you hadn't kept yelling, I could have gone five minutes faster," Little Fatty said, pulling Third Master Qiao up from the ground.

After following Master Qiao back to his house, he sat on the stool, stunned for more than ten minutes, his eyes still unfocused. I think he probably will never let Little Fatty drive again in his life.

He must be regretting it now and wants to slap himself in the face.

After a while, Master Qiao finally came to his senses and called to his two subordinates, "We're all home now. Quickly get the cook to prepare some food. I want to have a few drinks with Young Master Wu and Fatty."

"Third Master Qiao, let's not rush into drinking. How about we go check on your cousin's family instead?" I think it's more important to take care of business first.

"Oh, there's no rush. My cousin lives quite a distance away. We can go tomorrow after we've eaten and drunk our fill," Uncle Qiao said warmly.

Since that's the case, I can't say much more. I can only have this drink with Master Qiao and then we can talk about it.

When I came in just now, I realized that Third Master Qiao lived in the village. His house was very big, and he must have spent a lot of money to decorate it. It was very beautiful.

After chatting with me for a while, two of Master Qiao's men carried over a jar of wine.

There was a layer of soil on top of that jar of wine, so it must have just been dug out of the ground.

“Young Master Wu, I’ve buried this jar of wine underground for over thirty years. When I was young, I found a five-hundred-year-old ginseng and used it to make this wine. Besides the ginseng, there are some precious herbs in it. It’s a medicinal wine that I specially consulted an old doctor. This wine is said to prolong life and has many benefits. Now that Young Master Wu has come, I must treat you well.”

Master Qiao was very hospitable. He got up and went over to open the wine jar.

The moment the wine jar was opened, the room was filled with the aroma of wine, and even before taking a sip, one felt slightly intoxicated.

This wine has been aged for over thirty years; its flavor must be exceptionally good.

After that, a few of us got together and started drinking.

After downing a glass of wine, a warm feeling immediately spreads from the throat to the heart, and all the noise of the world disappears. It is not strong at first, but has a long-lasting aftertaste. It is truly a glass that can touch the soul, with a lingering fragrance on the teeth.

I felt like I hadn't drunk more than a few glasses when my mind became foggy and then I lost consciousness.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt unbearably hot inside, my body was burning, and I was also quite thirsty.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that it had gotten dark sometime during the day, and there was a snoring sound next to me.

I looked around and found that Little Fatty and Third Master Qiao were sleeping next to me, probably because they had drunk that thirty-year-old wine.

This alcohol is so strong, I didn't even realize when I got drunk.

I went to the yard alone and saw a large water vat. After opening it, I drank a lot of water and felt much better. I went back and took another nap.

When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day. When I opened my eyes, I still felt a little dizzy.

After getting up, both Master Qiao and Little Fatty walked unsteadily.

The wine is good, but it's easy to get drunk and lose consciousness quickly. I still feel a bit hot and restless, and my little tent has even formed. When I leave, I plan to take some of this wine back for the slovenly Taoist priest. He definitely needs it, since he has a bad back and is too weak. This medicinal wine will help him recover.

We still had important business to attend to, so I called out to Third Master Qiao and asked him to take us to his cousin's house for a visit.

Little Fatty even said he wanted to drive, which scared Third Master Qiao so much that his legs trembled. He kept saying that one shouldn't drink and drive, and that it would be better to have one of his men drive us.

After getting into Uncle Qiao's Land Rover, we arrived at a small village at the foot of Changbai Mountain a little over an hour later.