Little Taotie looked at Wang Yilun, urging, "Hurry up, hurry up, it stinks!"
Wang Yilun covered his nose and mouth, holding the Wine Gourd aloft, "Capture!"
The frantically struggling, even resorting to such a shameful act as releasing toxic farts, the gray-furred fox was increasingly tightened by the net until it finally reverted to its original form—a gray-furred Fox Dog, the size of a weasel with two large tails.
Following Wang Yilun's shout, it was finally sucked into the Wine Gourd.
The stench was also collected into the Wine Gourd.
Wang Yilun shook the Wine Gourd, and at first there were the sounds of a heavy object hitting the inner walls of the gourd, but gradually, the thumping sounds faded, turning into the sound of liquid sloshing.
At last, only the sound of liquid remained.
The fox had been completely refined into liquor.
Wang Yilun opened the Wine Gourd in front of everyone, wafting not a stench, but a strong aroma of alcohol.
