Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
Flames were burning wildly. The junkyard was piled with the Frenzy Poppies Mo Fan and his group were looking for. It was obvious that the Frenzy Poppies had already been refined into the Frenzy Liquid. They were only burning the remains of the flowers. The strange smell in the air made Mo Fan feel like he had set foot into an opium hall in the eighteen-hundreds. His throat actually felt sticky from the smoke!
Sounds were approaching Mo Fan rapidly from every direction. Mo Fan looked around and noticed six people in brown kasayas [classic Buddhist monk-style robe] standing not far from him. Their faces were hidden under the hoods of their robes, revealing only painted blue lips and scarred chins.