Drunken Immortal Brew

Name: Drunken Immortal Brew
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Drunken Immortal Brew (continued) Chen Sanxing sat slumped on the ground, feeling cold all over. He finally understood that "asking for silence" was a two-way contract - he made the weasel the God of Wealth, and he became a sacrifice to support this "God of Wealth". "You... What do you want?" His voice trembled. The weasel jumped off the beam and turned into the God of Wealth again when he landed, but with a cold smile. "Simple. On the fifteenth day of every month, you need to say 'Thank you, God of Wealth, for your blessing' to the people in the city." Chen Sanxing had no choice. At first it was only once a month, then it became every ten days, and finally it was necessary to burn incense and worship every day. His body is getting haggard, but his drug store business is getting more and more prosperous - whenever he publicly thanks the "God of Wealth", wealthy customers will come to his door the next day. A year later, during the Mid-Autumn Festival, Chen Sanxing already looked like a skeleton. He struggled and knelt in the courtyard, shouting to the full moon: "Thank you, God of Wealth..." Before he finished speaking, the weasel appeared and grinned: "The time has come." Chen Sanxing felt that his soul was being pulled away. In the hazy state, he saw his body rapidly weathering and turning into gold powder, which was inhaled by the weasel. The next day, the pharmacy clerk discovered that his employer was missing. He only saw an empty sapphire altar on the table in front of the hall, with a very small line of words engraved on the bottom of the altar: "Those who corrupt the title will eventually become the title." And there is a legend in Youzhou City: every full moon, a golden weasel will bow on the roof and ask people when it sees it: "Do you think I look like a human being?" But no one dares to answer easily. The jar of drunken immortal wine is still collecting dust in the corner of a certain pawn shop, waiting for the next greedy owner.