Bab 52: A Talking Frog

Without waiting for Qin Jue to figure it out, another bird flew towards him. But this time, it wasn't dropping excrement, but… spinning?

Qin Jue was sure that he wasn't hallucinating. This bird seemed to be swirled in by a tornado, constantly spinning. Even without flapping its wings, it could still fly in the air, and… its speed was quite fast.

"What is happening?!"

Qin Jue was somewhat dumbfounded.

After pondering for a moment, Qin Jue shook his head. "It must be Senior Brother's doing again."

Thinking like this, Qin Jue felt rather helpless and continued to walk towards the wine cellar.

"Hmm? It's locked?"

Seeing the black iron gate in front of him and the spirit artifact lock with silver markings on it, Qin Jue had a depressed expression. How could this be? How could his Senior Brother not trust him?

Am I, Qin Jue, someone who would steal?

Boom!