"He looks so arrogant."

An Ning thought about his expression just now; he seemed very indifferent, as if he didn't care whether there were guests or not, and he treated the guests with indifference.

"Brother Zhang?"

An Ning tentatively spoke.

The man finally stopped what he was doing, walked over, and sat down at the small table in the courtyard.

"What are you going to do?"

He spoke directly, without uttering a single unnecessary word.

An Ning looked at Mu Ange, who looked at him but shook his head: "We're looking for your father."

The man glared at Mu Ange and immediately told her to get lost!

An Ning was stunned. What was going on?

Mu Ange hadn't expected this scene: "I know your father is bedridden. I didn't ask him to forge blacksmithing; I just wanted to inquire about some old matters."

The man pointed directly at the sign at the entrance and said, "See this? This is a blacksmith shop, not a place to buy information."

He stood up abruptly, ready to kick them out.

Mu Ange retorted loudly, "Can you really be at peace with yourself letting an old man who risked his life to protect you die unjustly? In the dead of night, won't you see his face again?"

The man reached out to push Mu Ange out of the courtyard, but with a click, the tightly closed door suddenly opened, and an old man with a white beard walked out. His cloudy eyes lit up when he looked at Mu Ange.

"Come inside, child, let's talk inside."

The old man's skin was almost black, perhaps due to years of blacksmithing, and his back was hunched. However, his beard was extremely white, which looked very out of place on his face.

Old Zhang called Mu Ange "child," a term that has been used for a long time.

Mu Ange took An Ning's hand and led her into the house.

Inside the room, besides a bed and a table, there was nothing else; it was clear that the old man lived a simple life.

"Sit down. There's nothing much to offer, but this is spring water from the mountain. It's very sweet, little girl. You should drink it often."

The old man poured them both a glass of water and spoke to them very warmly.

Mu Ange didn't drink; she just sat quietly, waiting for the old man to say something.

The old man sat to one side of the road, his eyes darting around, as if he were recalling something from long ago.

"This old man is a blacksmith from a family that has been making blacksmiths for generations. I don't know how to do anything else. Back when General Meng was around, he often came to me to make some strange weapons. He said that his grandson liked these weird things. Whatever style he gave me, I would make that. Until one day, a soldier brought me a blueprint. I couldn't understand it. It looked like some kind of talisman. The soldier said that the general wanted one of these and asked me to make it as soon as possible. I didn't dare to delay, so I had to make it according to the blueprint. Ah."

As he spoke, the old man sighed.

Mu Ange said, "Later, when the matter became widely known, you realized that it was a military tally that you had forged yourself!"

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes reddened, and he began to sob.

"It was this old man who killed General Meng, it was all my fault."

The old man was crying very sadly; his thin body trembled, and it was heartbreaking to see.

Outside, the man pushed the door open and came in, looking displeased: "Grandpa, who exactly are they? Don't talk to them anymore, your health is already not good."