The soup the old crone handed to Zou Feng was strongly reminiscent of Meng Po Soup.
But in reality, drinking this soup wouldn't make him lose any of his memories.
Instead, it would turn him into an emotionless consummation machine, all so he could go eight hundred rounds with the bride, the Judge.
Zou Feng could tell the soup's general effect just by its scent.
Yet, he still couldn't control his own hand. After taking the bowl, he struggled, conflicted, as he slowly brought it to his lips.
In the end, resistance was futile. Zou Feng tilted his head back and drained the bowl in one gulp.
Seeing Zou Feng finish the soup, the various Underworld guests in the tomb chamber let out a series of creepy, strange laughs, then smashed their own wine bowls on the ground.
Influenced by this, Zou Feng casually smashed the bowl in his hand on the ground as well.
With the smashing of the bowl as the signal, he began walking toward the bridal chamber with excited, powerful strides.
