The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 327
Qilin turned back and looked out the car window. They came to a grassland on the shore of Qinghe Lake.

"Xiaotian, wait in the car." Mrs. Li gently ordered.

"Yes." Xiaotian blinked his big, clear eyes, then closed them again and continued to watch.

"Huang Lian, thank you for your hard work." Mrs. Li continued.

"Yes."

Huang Lian opened the car door, held up a long-handled black umbrella, walked to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and took out the folding wheelchair.

He quickly returned to the left side of the car, opened the wheelchair, and opened the door.

Huang Lian held an umbrella with one hand and opened it with the other towards Mrs. Li in the car.

Li's body immediately became light, slowly floated, floated out of the car door, and sat in a wheelchair.

Huang Lian held an umbrella with one hand and pushed Li's wheelchair forward with the other.

Qilin got out of the car, his eyes slightly stern.

Huang Lian's talent should be [Gravity], serial number 31, time and space system.Its function is to change the gravity of itself and all objects around it.

The talents of most members of the Baichuan Group are after serial number 100, but there are also experts at the team leader level.It seems that the strength of the Baichuan Group is not as weak as the outside world thinks.

Qilin opened a long-handled black umbrella and followed slowly with a cane in one hand.

On the edge of Qinghe Lake, a large and dilapidated white RV was parked.

This car must have been here for a long time. A simple awning was set up at the rear of the RV. Under the awning was a small table and a folding stool.

There are also a lot of debris stored under the window sills around the car. Bottles, cans, beer, liquor, wine, and medicinal liquor can be seen everywhere. It is simply a collector of empty wine bottles.

Huang Lian pushed Li's wheelchair to the RV.

Qilin walked behind with a cane. Although he tried his best to hide it, his movements were still slightly out of balance.

For a moment, Qilin felt a little sad.

In order to save the fate of the race, two disabled people came to find a drunkard who was drunk every day. Who would believe it?
"drunkard."

Someone Li in the wheelchair shouted.

There was no response inside the RV, and the rain was still falling, with drops hitting the dark window glass. Waves of rain and fog blew through the old RV, and the whole scene gave off an indescribable sense of sadness.

"Wouldn't it be rude if you just called the old lady an alcoholic?" Qilin asked with a smile.

"She will really get mad if anyone uses honorifics to her. She used to be the most dissatisfied with old age." Li explained with a smile.

"Drunkard!" Qilin shouted without any scruples.

"Bangdang-"

There was a sound in the room, and then, orange lights lit up in the car windows, and the old and deserted RV immediately became filled with warm smoke and smoke.

"Who is it?" The voice of an old woman was hoarse, but very irritable and full of energy.

"I am Muzi." Someone Li replied loudly: "The person next to me is Qilin. We have made an appointment to meet tonight."

There was silence in the RV for a moment, as if trying to remember the incident.

Then, an impatient voice came from inside: "I'm sleeping, come back tomorrow!"

"Drunkard, you clearly promised us to meet tonight." Mr. Li began to say miserably, "It's raining heavily outside. One of us is in a wheelchair and the other is on crutches. It's not easy for us to come here. You can't bear to treat us like this." Are you being turned away?"

Hearing this, Qilin felt even more sad.

"It's so noisy! See you there, I want to sleep..." The voice in the car became even more violent.

Qilin held a wine box under his umbrella: "Alcoholic, I heard that you love drinking, so I brought you a bottle of 95-year-old wine."

"Ouch." An eager and energetic laugh came from inside the house, "Come just as you come. Why don't you bring any gifts? Come in quickly."

A few seconds later, the door of the garage opened to one side, and a slope without steps was set up.

Li and Qilin looked at each other with helpless eyes.This drunkard is just an old naughty boy.

"Huang Lian, please go back to the car." Li looked at Qilin and said, "Thank you."

"Should be."

Huang Lian left, Qilin closed the umbrella, and then pushed Li's wheelchair into the RV.

The space inside the RV is very large. The front half is a hall with a dining table and sofa.

The second half is divided into two floors: the kitchen and bathroom below, and the bedrooms on the upper floor.

The sink in the kitchen was full of unwashed dishes and chopsticks. Clothes, daily necessities, and empty wine bottles and cans were scattered all over the floor. Qilin had almost nowhere to put his feet.

The owner of the RV is a thin old woman with rough white hair and a face full of shriveled wrinkles. She is wearing a worn and loose men's black T-shirt, which looks like a deformed black dress. Her withered feet are wearing a pair of dirty clothes. Flip-flops, extremely sloppy.

She sat on a lazy chair with one foot on the chair and scratched her head sleepily: "You two, sit wherever you like."

Mr. Li just took the wheelchair, which saved him the trouble.

The problem was left to Qilin, because as far as he could see, there was no place to sit.

Finally, he found a disposable plastic stool and sat down solemnly, his hands and feet unnaturally close together, very cramped. He felt like he looked like a retard at the moment.

The alcoholic's sallow skin was severely sagging, and the bags under his eyes were swollen like two water bags.

Her eyes were squinted, leaving almost only a slit, but the light in the slit was sharp and not muddy.

As soon as Qilin sat down, the drunkard stretched out his bony hand impatiently: "Give me the wine."

Qilin handed her the wine box in his hand.

She took it excitedly and tore open the expensive packaging box in two or three strokes. The strength of her hands showed that she was no ordinary person.

She took out a bottle of fine liquor from the box, drank it directly, and bit the lid open with a "click" sound.

She rubbed her red nose, came to the mouth of the wine bottle and smelled it, with a satisfied look on her face, and her wrinkles relaxed: "It's fragrant enough! It's mellow enough! It's an old wine, it's indeed an old wine!"

After she finished speaking, she raised the bottle and put it to her mouth, intending to take a sip.

"Drunkard." Mr. Li hurriedly called her to stop him. He couldn't let her get drunk in just two moments tonight. She had to control the pace and talk about important matters.

Mr. Li smiled and said, "It's boring to have this wine all to yourself. Let's drink it together."

"Muzi! Are you drinking too?" The drunkard was a little surprised, but then he was very happy: "Great, you finally understand! The only way to relieve your worries is drinking!"

"We will make an exception today." Li smiled and glanced at Qilin: "I mainly want to accompany you two."

The drunkard looked at Qilin: "Boy, do you like drinking too?"

Qilin nodded and said modestly: "Sometimes I drink some red wine."

"Haha, okay!" The drunkard was in a good mood, "Then we won't get drunk tonight. You see it's raining outside. It's such a nice weather, so you should drink."

The drunkard put down the bottle and looked around: "Hey, I don't have a glass here?"

"A bowl is fine," Li suggested.

"Okay, use a bowl...ah, the bowl is not washed." said the drunkard.

"I'll do it." Qilin stood up, without crutches this time. He limped to the sink in the small kitchen behind the RV and turned on the faucet.

Before waiting for the water in the sink to fill up, Qilin tidied up the messy kitchen desk, threw some empty cans and take-out food boxes into garbage bags, and packed them up.

The drunkard held the liquor in his hand, looked back at Qilin who was doing housework, and said with a smile: "How can I, a drunkard, be so virtuous that I can let the top leader of the Qilin Union wash the dishes for me?"

"You are one of the founders of Xuanmen. I am a junior, so I should." Qilin turned his back to the drunkard and flattered him humbly.

"Young man, that's good!" The drunkard was in a better mood. She looked at Li and said in a cheerful voice: "Muzi, tell me, what do you want from me?"

(End of this chapter)