"Hahahahahahaha..."
"The first jar of wine is Daughter Red, brewed in the seventy-fifth year of Da Li, buried under the banyan tree for a century. The wine is mellow, its aroma lingering endlessly."
Sharp laughter echoed across the harbor, its source originating from the ground above the crater.
Li Mo looked up.
He saw an unremarkable earthen jar hovering in midair. Though merely the size of a head, it poured forth endless flesh and blood.
The flow of flesh carried a grotesque aura, mingled with the scent of wine.
From inside the jar came hysterical shrieks, faintly tinged with drunkenness.
"Good wine! Daughter Red, Daughter Red, maiden's bones as crimson as scarlet, buried under the banyan tree unknown to all, unknown to all Daughter Red!!!"
Eyes grew on the surface of the jar, pupils spinning chaotically.
More and more flesh surged forth, and the jar's surface sprouted human features, its manic speech repeating incessantly.
