C73 Greenwood Clouds

In a hidden room in the Xue Clan, there were traces of steam.

Du Wansheng sat in a huge barrel with a face as red as blood, his eyes closed. There was a burning firewood under the bucket. The inside of the bucket was boiling and boiling like boiling soup. It was bubbling with a pungent black liquid.

"Pfft!" Du Wansheng suddenly opened his mouth