Dorm Duo Survival: What Did You Do to the School Beauty?

"Drunken Demon, I won!"

Lin Yuan's confident declaration echoed through the tavern.

The drinking contest that was just moments ago so tense and exciting has now turned into a deathly silence.

The wine-wielding ghost placed the wine in his hand on the table, his bloodshot eyes still filled with shock and disbelief.

The arrogant arrogance that had lingered in this place for countless years, boasting that no one could rival its drinking capacity, had long been extinguished by Lin Yuan's announcement.

It glanced down at the churning alcohol in its stomach, its soul already somewhat intoxicated. It didn't even have the strength to take another sip of the special strong liquor. When it looked up at Lin Yuan, who was calm and composed, its eerie aura began to change.

What's going on?

Sensing this unusual commotion, Lin Yuan's pupils contracted, and he secretly gathered his strength, preparing himself to be a sore loser and make a ruthless move.

After all, this strange creature has been guarding this place for many years, and countless passersby have perished in its drinking games. Now that he has lost a drinking contest to himself, it might just become enraged and kill him.

But the next second, the wine devil's reaction was completely unexpected.

There were no roars, no slaughter, not a trace of resentment.

The wine monster, exuding a powerful aura of oppression, suddenly shook its head. A layer of intense light gradually appeared in its crimson eyes—the ecstatic joy and mutual appreciation of finally finding a worthy opponent after countless years of silence.

It clumsily patted its large belly, and in its hoarse, shrill voice, all its ferocity vanished, leaving only barely concealed excitement: "Kid, you're pretty good... You won... You really beat me!"

Lin Yuan was slightly taken aback, his tense nerves relaxing a little: "Haha, just lucky, just lucky."

"Lucky my ass!" The drunkard slammed his hand on the table, his tone surprisingly bold.

"I, the Drunken Demon, am a heavy drinker, and I've been navigating this dark path for countless years. I've fought countless times with monsters and humans, and I've always been the one who drinks them out. I've never lost! I thought I'd never find anyone who could outdrink me again!"

It moved closer, staring intently at Lin Yuan, its eyes filled with reverence, as if it had seen the most precious treasure in the world:

"Young man, your drinking capacity is truly impressive! To be able to drink my special spirits without even turning a sore face, you must be a true connoisseur of alcohol! Only someone who truly loves alcohol can develop such a skill of drinking a thousand cups without getting drunk!"

What?

Lin Yuan felt a mix of amusement and exasperation.

He doesn't actually love alcohol; he just relies on his innate talent for high-intensity drinking to turn strong liquor into ordinary water. In reality, he has a very low alcohol tolerance...

Seeing the guile's seemingly kind and innocent expression, he couldn't bear to expose the misunderstanding and could only nod slightly, acknowledging the other's guess.

This recognition delighted the wine connoisseur.

It stood up and burst into laughter, its eerie aura turning cheerful as it kept muttering, "A thousand cups of wine are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend."

The way he looked at Lin Yuan completely changed from that of an opponent to that of a once-in-a-century drinking confidant.

In its mind, drinking capacity is a reflection of character; those who can beat it are like-minded people and true friends worth befriending.

The terrifying being who had intimidated countless strange creatures on the Yin Road was now patting his chest and showering Lin Yuan with enthusiasm:

"So many years! I've finally met a kindred spirit who can truly match me! Young man, you're one of the few who can beat me; from now on, you're a drinking buddy I acknowledge!"

Droma, who was standing to the side, stared in disbelief, covering her mouth with her small hand, almost bursting out laughing.

Just moments ago I was on tenterhooks, but now the plot has taken an unexpected turn. This drunken charlatan has lost willingly and even considers Lin Yuan a kindred spirit in drinking. It's truly unbelievable.

The changes have come too fast!

She had never heard of a drunkard making friends before...

The more Jiu Gui looked at Lin Yuan, the more pleasing he became. He felt that the young man in front of him suited his temperament perfectly; what a fine young man!

Although my skills are a little lacking, it doesn't matter, as long as I can drink!

Seeing that the time was ripe, Lin Yuan spoke sincerely: "Senior Jiu Gui, my friend and I need to pass through your territory. I wonder if you could do us a favor and allow us to pass through smoothly?"

"I am extremely grateful!"

He had thought he would have to negotiate some more, and was even prepared to "drink" a few more cups with the other person.

But before he could finish speaking, the Drunken Master waved his hand dismissively, his tone bold and unconcerned: "No big deal! Since you're my drinking buddy, it's only natural for you to pass through my territory! I've been here for so many years, and I only care about drinking ability, not personal relationships. Anyone who can beat me is a friend! And when a friend passes through my territory, I won't cause them any trouble!"

It turned and pointed to the dilapidated wooden door at the back of the tavern, behind which a faint mist lingered, leading to the next section of the underworld path: "That door leads directly to the underworld path behind. Go ahead and use it! Not only will you be allowed to pass, but even if you want to rest and play on my turf for a while, I won't have any problem with it!"

"Come whenever you want, and we can have a few drinks anytime!"

Lin Yuan's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

This drinking contest, which was supposed to be a life-or-death struggle, ended in such a ridiculous and absurd way.

There was no fighting, no conflict. Instead, through a fake "drinking contest," they gained the goodwill of the wine devil and easily obtained the right of way.

"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Jiu Gui." Lin Yuan sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"No need for thanks! We're friends!" The wine connoisseur waved his hand, then turned and pulled a palm-sized black porcelain gourd from under the counter, shoving it into Lin Yuan's hand without a word.

"This is my homemade rice wine, mild in alcohol content. It'll warm you up and relieve fatigue on a chilly road. Take it with you for your journey! Next time you pass by, you must come back and challenge me to a drinking contest. I'll definitely have a good, satisfying drink with you!"

Lin Yuan took the wine gourd, and a pure and mellow aroma of wine lingered in his nose, warming his heart.

He said no more, took the surprised little Zhuoma's hand, and walked towards the door. The two got into the carriage and sat down. The wine ghost was standing at the tavern entrance, waving his ghostly claws and saying goodbye.

Lin Yuan and his group couldn't linger; they needed to hurry to the next strange place and arrive at Zunshen Temple as soon as possible.

"We're leaving now, but we'll definitely come back to have a drink with you sometime!"

"Okay, be careful on your journey." Jiu Gui nodded, his face full of smiles.

The carriage started moving and headed towards the back of the tavern.

The stone path, shrouded in mist, stretched forward, leading directly to the underworld.

Lin Yuan put the black porcelain wine gourd into his spatial ring, a faint smile playing on his lips.

This unexpected encounter made him realize that even the most eerie and sinister paths conceal his own unique obsession and sincerity.

It's quite unexpected that a drunken charlatan with such terrifying strength would have such a personality.

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