"Drink liquor!?"
Zhou Dao halted in his tracks and looked at the aged sweeper, whose eyes were dull as if he hadn't woken up.
He was curled up in a corner, and although Zhou Dao wasn't close, he could smell the strong scent of grievous injuries. In such a frail state, it seemed he could be covered with a coffin board at any moment.
And yet, in such a condition, he was asking passersby for liquor!?
"Old man, perhaps you should drink some tea instead," Zhou Dao couldn't help but say.
"Young man, are you looking down on someone!?"
The elder sweeper glanced sideways with a look of pride emerging on his worn face.
"At dusk, near sunset, I can still warm wine."
"Cough cough cough…"
As he spoke, the elder sweeper coughed twice, spitting out two large yellow teeth.
Zhou Dao and Wang Xiaoyi exchanged glances, both showing puzzled expressions.