C325 It Turned out to be Medusa

God Erlang dragged my right hand along with his Taotie and turned into a streak of golden light, disappearing from a market in Central Asia. We should keep our distance from old lunatics like Adept Dohre. It would be best if we never meet again. I can't take it anymore, it's the size of a small mountain of garlic. If it was God Erlang and I who were to eat it