"Where did you come from?" There was a sudden sharpness in Old Chen's eyes.

Xiao Mu's smile remained unchanged, "From the mountain at the foot of the hill."

"I'm just a wine seller, I don't know any news. You'd better try asking the authorities. This cup of wine is on the house."

The sharpness in Old Chen's eyes disappeared. He silently picked up another white porcelain cup and poured another cup of Red Fruit Wine for Xiao Mu.

"Thank you!"

Xiao Mu took the Red Fruit Wine and slightly released his Divine Sense to detect an address and partial information engraved on the cup using Divine Sense.

Keeping his expression calm, he drank all the wine in one gulp, then tossed a few Energy Fruit Vouchers he got from Du Jun onto the table, "Here's the payment for my and Du Jun's wine, no need to give change."

With that, Xiao Mu stood up and turned to walk outside.

A powerful stench assaulted his nose, the kind mixed with the smell of rotten fish, smelly feet, and bugs, followed by a man entering from outside and heading straight to the bar.

Wherever this man went, people in the bar hurriedly dodged and covered their noses.

"Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

Some immediately started retching, and the bar was filled with the stench of vomit once again.

"It's so stinky! Who's carrying a Blackwood Bottle? Cover it quickly, damn it!" someone shouted between retches.

"Close that Blackwood Bottle or I'll twist your head off!" someone cursed loudly.

The stench was truly suffocating, as if one's mouth was filled with something rotten and it was being force-fed into the stomach through the throat; no one could endure it.

Soon, everyone discovered the source of the stench, and their murderous gazes shifted to the black-clad man who had just entered.

"Close that damn Blackwood Bottle or I'll twist your head off and throw it into the cesspit."

A rough-looking man pinching his nose came rushing over with half a bottle of wine to warn the black-clad man.

"Friend, please cover your Blackwood Bottle, the stench is killing me." A gentle man holding his nose and covering his mouth advised the black-clad man.

"You all are tasteless people, the scent of the Blackwood Bottle preferred by the boss, and you dare call it stinky, hopeless!"

The black-clad man spoke with disdain, but fearing a beating, he took out a small blackwood bottle and covered it with a Bluewood Stopper.

The foul odor immediately dissipated largely.

With the source blocked, some opened the windows for ventilation, and workers began cleaning the floor.

"Nonsense!" the gentle man yelled with his nose pinched, "What kind of taste does a ghost have? You people coming from outside know nothing. Liu Yan likes the scent of the Blackwood Bottle not because of taste, but because he is using it to heal his Divine Soul, damaged by cultivating the Divine Thought Combination Method."

"Really?" The black-clad man widened his eyes, suddenly realizing something, and bent over a trash can, "Ugh!"

"Ugh!"

The black-clad man's retching instantly triggered a chain reaction, and the bar resounded again with countless vomiting sounds.

Xiao Mu kept his calm and at the moment the stench first appeared, he directly split off an imitation body while his real body sank underground.

Even though it was an imitation body, exposed to the putrid air, it could still feel that spine-chilling foul smell.

The imitation swiftly walked out of the bar, then quickly darted into an alleyway.

Bang!

The imitation body shattered immediately.

The real body appeared on the other side of the alley.

Cautiously glancing back, Xiao Mu seemed unwilling to even engage with the air touched when the imitation body shattered, so he hurriedly stepped forward.

"Ugh! That foul odor remains in my nasal cavity, I'm going to kill that scoundrel!"

Just walked a few steps, Xiao Mu suddenly started retching.

The Red Fruit Wine he just swallowed was completely vomited out.

Blackwood Bottle? What kind of ghost thing is that?

Xiao Mu retched for over ten minutes, moving to several different places before feeling the residual stench in his nasal cavity slightly weaken, but still perceivable.

The stench was so overwhelming, it seemed to have polluted his Divine Soul, leaving him unable to escape from it.

He had no choice but to use the authority of the Master of the Residence to erase the memories relating to the foul stench from his mind.

After wiping away the troubling memories, he breathed lightly, still on edge, and continued to move forward.

Opening the cellphone map and checking the location, Xiao Mu turned east.

Half an hour later…

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In front of an Old Courtyard, Xiao Mu reached out and knocked on the door.

"Who's there?"

A man in his fifties with only the Third Realm of the Mortal Realm came over and opened the door.

"Old Master Kuang, hello, I want to inquire about matters related to the Kuang Clan's old residence." A hint of a smile appeared on Xiao Mu's face.

Old Kuang's expression abruptly changed.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut, and Old Kuang quickly retreated into the house.

This situation isn't right!

Surprised, Xiao Mu was stunned at Old Kuang's reaction, which seemed different from what was introduced by Old Chen.

Fortunately, before long, Old Kuang's voice came from behind the door again, "Who sent you here?"

"Old Chen."

"Old Chen?"

The door opened again, and Old Kuang stared at Xiao Mu deeply for a moment, then suspiciously looked along both sides of the street, before inviting him, "Come on in!"

Xiao Mu followed Old Kuang into the courtyard.

Old Kuang had Xiao Mu sit inside, poured a bowl of plain water from a porcelain bowl for him, and then spoke, "What do you want to ask?"

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