"He's mad! Just like Zhang Mingli!" The man had no arms and legs, couldn't even struggle: "Fine! Fine! You win, just put the jar of wine back in its place, the wine inside these jars is the memory of the Xi God, if you take it out of the Xi Mansion, Xi God will notice you right away!"
After borrowing some clothes from the corpses on the ground, Gao Ming put the jar of wine back where it belonged and fished the man out of it, dressing him in new clothes.
The man's body was severely emaciated, his neck was wrapped with red cords, most of which had grown into his flesh and were difficult to remove.
"Sorry for the offense." Gao Ming wrapped the man in the clothes of the corpses and tied him to his own back.
"Now you say sorry, but it's useless!" The man had accepted his fate: "I smell different from the Xi Mansion, if you truly want to save me, at least prepare something to mask the scent, or we'll be caught as soon as we go out."
