Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

"Fuck! Why is he in here? Isn't he supposed to..."

Before the man in red could finish his words, he heard the person behind him step forward and bow.

"Uncle Master, we have already found out what happened a few days ago. It seems that this monster invaded the human world because of a medium that guided it into the human world. However, this monster is not like other monsters. It seems that it has been in the human world for a long time, and its own demonic power is very strong. Unless we can find its true body, no other means can destroy it..."

The young man who bowed his hands clearly and methodically recounted what happened that night, and the people involved also came forward one by one.

The man sitting on the first seat narrowed his eyes slightly. When he heard that his own strength could shatter the flying sword of the guy from Tianji City, and he knew the things of Tianji City best, they could not be easily destroyed without a strong external force, his brows knitted tightly again.

"Junior Brother Bei Ming, what do you think?"

A low voice sounded, and the man standing in front of the water mirror suddenly came to his senses. The moment he turned around, his red clothes fluttered. He looked up at the man in white at the first seat and nodded blankly.

There was an uproar all around, and many people were shaking their heads in agreement.

"Bei Ming must be possessed. Why does he just shake his head when I ask him questions..."

The man in red immediately shook his head

"What does this mean?"

The man in white looked at the people below, his irritability became more intense, but his tone was still calm.

"No...Brother, what I mean is that this matter may not be that simple..."

Then, he told everyone the details of the Marquis's Mansion...

While everyone in the palace was still listening to Bei Ming's story, some changes quietly occurred in the water mirror.

A group of people followed the puppet-like man through the tea fields and came to the wooden gate of a tea house.

The man pushed with his hand, and only heard a creaking sound. The heavy wooden door was slowly pushed open with its own unique sound.

"Everyone, please come in. The master has been waiting for you in the lobby for a long time."

As he spoke, the man walked slowly inside, and the people behind him glanced around and followed him in with doubt.

The man walked along the corridor without saying a word until he came to a large carved door. He turned around and stood in front of the door, looking at everyone and slowly spoke.

"Our tea house is the largest tea house within a hundred miles. It produces the most delicious tea. This tea can only be grown in our tea house, and we can only get three or two taels of this fine tea every year. This fine tea will be a little burnt and pungent, but it is good for the body. Our tea is only supplied to the nobles. It is wishful thinking for ordinary civilians to have a taste of it. It is not easy to drink it, so... please come in."

After hearing his previous preparations, Wen Baixu thought that he would continue along his line of thought, but in the end he just let them in and that was it. He was a little confused.

Following the crowd, the young man passed the butler and walked into the lobby with the door pushed open. After the last person entered, the door was instantly closed. The room, which was already dim, suddenly became even darker.

Wen Baixu raised his head and looked towards the lobby with the help of the sunlight that was faintly shining into the room.

It was dark red in color, and had a strange odor. Although the smell was faint, Wen Baixu could smell it without missing a beat...

"Everyone, please forgive me for the poor hospitality and impoliteness."

A hoarse voice came from the left front of the crowd, and everyone looked there at once. The man pushing the wheelchair in the front row of the "wheelchair group" was about to draw his sword and throw it out, but he heard the person sitting in the wheelchair cough lightly, and then he took it back with a worried look on his face.

"Who are you, the owner of your manor?"

Ling Yun was behind everyone, raising his voice and asking in that direction

After a long time, a ray of light suddenly appeared where the sound came from, which made everyone draw their swords and be alert.

"Everyone, I am the owner of this teahouse, my name is Jiang Lin'er. It's a little dark in this room, I'll light a candle to illuminate it, I hope I didn't scare you."

After the sound, a bright light from a candlestick appeared in front of everyone, followed by another soft tinkling sound.

But if it weren't for this sound, the boy would have thought he was floating over, because he really didn't make any sound when he walked...

"Where did you come from? And why are you walking without making any sound?"

The red-haired man shrank back in fear, but then he calmly asked:

"Really? You guests who have come from afar are really joking. How can I walk without making any sound? I am not an immortal from Qingyun Mountain nor a ghost, so how can I walk without making any sound..."

The hoarse laughter echoed in the empty lobby, giving people a chilling feeling, and this feeling was particularly obvious when he lifted up the bottom of his coat. However, Wen Baixu only felt that this was strange, but he didn't know what was wrong....

"Well... since we have met, may I ask if you know anything about our trial?"

The man in the wheelchair spoke slowly. This was the first time he spoke. If everyone hadn't heard him speak, they would have thought he was a mute.

The light of the candlestick flickered for some reason, and the person behind the light chuckled and said, "Dear guests, I don't know what you are talking about. I only know that you are here to help me pick tea leaves. Now is the best time to pick tea, and the prefect has also issued a death order that we must see the tea within 7 days, otherwise hundreds of people in the village will suffer misfortune, and I... cough cough~"

The man behind the candlestick started coughing more and more violently, as if he was going to cough out his lungs. He kept backing away until he sat on a chair. He reached out and picked up a cup on the table, gently twisted the lid, and a strong aroma filled the air.

Everyone felt that their body and mind were greatly satisfied, and a feeling of fatigue disappeared.

"This... this is the exquisite piece..."

One person instantly raised his voice and looked at Jiang Liner who was sitting in a high position with bright eyes.

The man took a sip, gently placed the cup on the table, nodded, and continued to speak in the light of the candlestick.

"Yes, this is the most exquisite tea in my tea house, called 'Qingyi Tea'. It has a special shape, with a pointed head and a long tail. When you first see it, you don't know its benefits. After it is planted in large quantities, its fragrance becomes strong as soon as you brew it. However, its storage period is very short. It must be picked at the beginning of summer, and after picking, it can only be fried at noon within 3 days, otherwise its fragrance cannot be stimulated. Those who have drunk it will know it as soon as they taste it, so every year we will gather everyone to collect it, but this year..."

As he said this, the man sighed, calmed down, and continued to beg: "I'm afraid I can't participate this year, but I beg you to help me, and I will give you a generous gift to thank you."

The man stood up and bowed deeply.

Seeing this, everyone was about to reply, but a quick-talking person had already agreed, and the others had no choice but to agree.

Upon seeing this, Jiang Lin'er was very grateful and kept saying that he wanted to thank everyone. He had already arranged rooms for everyone and asked everyone to go and have a rest first. Sumptuous meals would be delivered to your rooms later.

Seeing this, everyone said nothing more and could only bow and say goodbye. Everyone left in groups of three or four.

Before leaving with the crowd, Wen Baixu looked back inadvertently, and saw a dark figure on the empty seat next to him. The person behind the candlestick seemed to be smiling, and his tongue kept licking his lips...