Chapter 112 Stripping Clothes
Chapter 112 Stripping Clothes
"Take off your clothes," Wang Sumo suddenly said.
"W-what are you doing?" Bai Cen looked at her in horror, as if the other person was about to eat him up.
Wang Sumo replied matter-of-factly, "Is that even a question? Of course, it's to see if you're wearing white armor!"
Bai Cen: "..."
Bai Cen was speechless at her thought process.
But seeing that she was about to take action as long as he didn't move, Bai Cen finally understood why she had sent everyone else away, including Yu Tang and Wu Heng from before. She was planning to take off his clothes!
Bai Cen dodged while complaining, "Master, I've already told you I'm poisoned, poisoned!"
"Who knows if you're lying?" Wang Sumo followed up.
“Besides, that weirdo has experimented on so many people, he might have already changed his appearance! You are so knowledgeable, and your appearance is so reasonable. You even dared to use a torch to lure the weirdo away. Maybe you were even wearing a white armor and putting on a show at the Eight Treasures Pavilion?” Wang Sumo had already thought out the whole story, but he lowered his voice and said.
Bai Cen protested, "Master, you're just imagining things!"
"I don't care! Take off your clothes!" Wang Sumo insisted.
"I won't take it off!"
"Take it off!"
"I won't take it off."
"Take it off!"
"..." Bai Cen sighed softly, "Does it really have to be this way?"
"Take it off."
Bai Cen has a big head.
...
Near the bonfire not far away, Old Master Qu and Old Master Weng were together. I couldn't hear anything else, but I did hear things like "take off your clothes" and "don't take them off"...
Old Master Qu: "..."
Grandpa Weng: "..."
The old man couldn't help but ask, "Is it progressing so quickly?"
Grandpa Weng was also dumbfounded: "I never expected that this guy, who is usually so quiet and reserved, would be so close to the girl behind her back."
The old man paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "I'd better go and break his legs."
This time, I'm really going to interrupt!
Weng He stopped him: "Don't be impulsive. It sounds like Bai Cen was forced, and the girl was the one who wanted to take off his clothes."
The old man blinked and said calmly, "I can't exactly break the girl's legs, can I..."
“That’s true.” Weng He actually agreed in his heart.
Then the only option left is to break Bai Cen's leg.
"Should you go, or should I go?" The old man looked at him. "Or should we go together?"
Weng He: "..."
"Where are those two?" Old Master Weng suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
Old Master Qu also remembered Jiang Yutang and Duan Wuheng. He didn't even realize it until he looked. Good heavens, while he and Old Master Qu were cricketing by the fire, the two of them were peering through the kitchen window of Bazhenlou, practically sticking their faces inside!
Old Master Qu: "..."
Grandpa Weng: "..."
Thinking of Bai Cen's legs, the two of them now want to break Jiang Yutang's and Duan Wuheng's legs.
*
After a while, Jiang Yutang and Duan Wuheng were carried back to the campfire.
The leaping flames crackled and burned, casting a reddish glow on everyone's faces.
Old Master Weng and Old Master Qu were sitting on one side of the fire, while Jiang Yutang and Duan Wuheng were sitting on the other side. Clearly, the two of them looked bewildered by the fact that they had just been dragged over.
Jiang Yutang was a man of few words, sitting quietly with little expression on his face; Duan Wuheng was different. Duan Wuheng was just a child, and when he was suddenly dragged back like this, he was not only resentful but also unhappy, but dared not speak out. No matter how good his lightness skill was, he could not escape the grasp of these two old men.
In short, the four of us, with our four pairs of eyes, just looked at each other, not knowing what we were waiting for.
*
Finally, Bai Cen snapped, "You've already seen it?"
Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh: "Yeah."
Bai Cen tied his clothes, muttering to himself, "If I'd known this was a pirate ship, I wouldn't have gotten on it in the first place."
Wang Sumo stepped aside: "So you know you boarded the ship voluntarily?"
Bai Cen retorted irritably, "What did I do to deserve this? When I passed through Bewitching Town, did I give the Night Armor to anyone? Do I look like a bad guy?"
Wang Sumo said righteously, "That's why I took off your clothes myself, instead of doing it with the old man; in case something bad happened..."
This time, Bai Cen didn't blink: "What? What if something really bad comes out? Will the boss cover for me?"
Wang Sumo: "..."
It's highly unlikely.
She just wanted peace of mind.
Although she also felt it wasn't him.
But she felt more at ease after seeing it for herself, since he met all the criteria. Although she trusted him, it was precisely because she trusted him that she didn't want any seeds of doubt to be sown in her heart.
Now that I've finished reading, I feel much more at ease. And by the way...
Wang Sumo coughed lightly, clenching her fist. Some people are the type who look slim in clothes but... well, you know.
Wang Sumo banished the thoughts from her mind.
She has her own ways of dispelling these thoughts: Eight-Treasure Duck, Braised Goose, Steamed Sea Bass, Salt-Baked Chicken...
success!
Bai Cen finished dressing, his expression a mix of languor and nervousness: "What should I say when the old man asks about it later?"
He knows the old man too well. The commotion about "taking off" and "not taking off" was too big just now. The fact that the old man didn't come can only mean that the old man had misunderstood. It's not the old man's fault. Anyone would have misunderstood if they were here. Who has a bigger imagination than the boss?
Wang Sumo coughed lightly: "Just tell the truth..."
Tell the truth?
He looked at her in surprise: "Since you've told the truth, all my digging was for nothing?"
Wang Sumo put his hands behind his back and sighed softly, "Not really. At least if I'm the only one here, you still have a chance to knock me out and run away..."
Bai Cen suddenly looked at her.
Wang Sumo turned around: "Just kidding, don't take it seriously."
Bai Cen scoffed lightly.
As they were leaving the Eight Treasures Pavilion, a voice drifted over: "If it were you, I wouldn't be soft-hearted either!"
Bai Cen couldn't help but laugh.
*
Finally, they heard someone coming down from the Bazhen Tower. "Whoosh!" Four pairs of eyes quickly looked toward the Bazhen Tower.
The moment their eyes met, four pairs of eyes darted back in a flash. It was a close call, but it seemed that the mistress/maid had also seen them.
They were the ones who did the stealing, so why are they acting like they're the ones who feel guilty...?
All four of them thought the same thing.
Lost in thought, Wang Sumo stepped forward and sat down by the fire.
Four people looked at her with four different eyes, each trying to find clues on her face, but not wanting her to find any clues on her own face.
Wang Sumo warmed his hands by the fire, then suddenly suggested, "Let's have some barbecue."
around:"……"
How terrifying!
In that instant, everyone around the fire thought Wang Sumo was going to roast them alive...
*
"Leaving today?" He Ping was somewhat surprised when he heard Wang Sumo mention that he was leaving.
Wang Sumo nodded: "It's been long enough. Any later and we'll miss the tail end of the crab season."
Although he knew Wang Sumo was joking, it was not appropriate for Bazhenlou to stay in such a place for long. However, since Bazhenlou had already done what it was supposed to do, there was really no reason to stay. He Ping nodded: "I understand. Does Miss Wang have anything to tell me?"
He Ping is a very smart person.
If Miss Wang wishes to take her leave, she can simply tell the eldest son.
There was a reason I specifically told him that we were nearby.
Wang Sumo enjoyed talking to intelligent people, especially the intelligent and polite He Ping: "I can't hide it from you, Master He, it's true..."
Wang Sumo explained in detail that she had not told He Ping about Gu Lianyong's affairs before, but now that they were leaving, she had to make some things clear.
After briefly explaining the situation, Wang Sumo, who considered He Ping a trustworthy person, said with emotion, "Therefore, if any survivors are found in the Bewildering Town later, please ask He Ping to help take care of them and find a doctor or something. I would be extremely grateful."
So that's the reason behind this. He Ping nodded: "Don't worry, Miss Wang. If we find any survivors, I will definitely instruct people to take good care of them and then find a doctor."
Wang Sumo cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you, Hero He."
The people of Qingyun Manor are of the same lineage.
Master He's disciple is Master Huo, who is upright and honest. He Ping is Master Huo's senior disciple in the Lightness Sect. Whether it's He Ping or He Lin, they have traveled all over the country with the Eight Treasures Pavilion and met many people. They probably have a good idea of who they are and they are not bad people.
He Qingque was impulsive and, being just a junior disciple in his sect, his words carried little weight.
I can't get anyone to do things for me; I have to do everything myself.
But He Ping is different.
Entrusting this matter to He Ping is more reliable than entrusting it to anyone else.
"Oh, by the way, if Master He has any questions, you can ask me directly," Wang Sumo added. "I will answer them to the best of my ability."
He Ping smiled, genuinely surprised for a moment, then calmly said, "Thank you, Miss Wang. If there is anything else..."
Wang Sumo interrupted, saying leisurely, "Ah Zhen said she wants to open a tea shop on the official road from Hucheng to Yuncheng. Although there are many competing herbal tea shops there, there are also many passersby, enough to make a quick buck. She has a heavy burden on her shoulders; dozens or even hundreds of people depend on her for their livelihood, and she worries about it all day long."
He Ping smiled knowingly.
"Let's go, don't say I said anything." Wang Sumo turned around with her hands behind her back.
Nearby, Duan Wuheng and He Qingque were teasing each other.
Duan Wuheng: "You're just a little brat!"
He Qingque: "You're the little brat!"
Duan Wuheng: "Whoever gets angry is a little brat!"
"Hmph!" He Qingque couldn't argue: "You are unreasonable."
Sure enough, disciples from sects that are too polite are not good at arguing. He Qingque is a typical example; she can only swallow her anger and sulk.
Children quarrel because they like to play together, so adults don't need to interfere in their affairs. Wang Sumo pretended not to see it.
Wang Sumo suddenly remembered what He Lingyun had said: Huo Ling called him and He Huai'an "wild children." He thought that the old master He and the master Huo must have had the same thought, so he didn't interfere, or perhaps he scolded Huo Ling, which made Huo Ling even more uncomfortable.
When children quarrel, it's probably not good for adults to intervene or not.
Compared to He Lingyun, He Huai'an was indeed much more composed. He Lingyun was sulking, but He Huai'an didn't care about Huo Ling at all.
Lost in thought, Bai Cen stepped forward: "Everything is ready. Let's tell He Huai'an."
Although the incident of stripping off her clothes last night has passed, she still feels that Bai Cen would blush if he looked at her now.
She really shouldn't have dug that up last night; she's given Bai Cen a psychological trauma...
Getting back to the main topic, we're about to leave Bewitching Town, and we need to pack up everything in the Eight Treasures Pavilion.
Since everything related to Dong Fan had been turned over, there was no need to keep most of the booklets in the carriage. After all, they were evidence of their theft, and they couldn't be returned anyway. So before leaving, Wang Sumo instructed Jiang Yutang and Duan Wuheng to burn them.
Of all the employees at Bazhenlou, the two of them were the least experienced, and they did whatever the owner told them to do.
Before leaving, Wang Sumo bid farewell to He Huai'an, and the two old men inspected the horses and the carriage, respectively. Bai Cen was talking to He Ping for some reason, but Jiang Yutang and Duan Wuheng were obediently squatting to the side burning paper money.
“Miss Wang, we’ve traveled a long way, how could we possibly meet again?” He Huai’an cupped his hands in greeting.
Wang Sumo returned the gift.
The Enchanted Town was actually halfway up the mountain. He Huai'an stood halfway up the mountain and watched the eight-horse carriage leisurely descend the mountain and walk forward.
The disciple from Qingyun Manor beside him asked, "Young Master, what should we do with that Netherworld Messenger when He Ping asks about him?"
It's a request for instructions on what to do.
He Huai'an's expression remained calm, his eyes gentle: "Where is He Pingren?"
The other person said, "Go and search for any survivors."
He Huai'an said calmly, "I understand. I'll go see them first."
The disciple bowed.
He Huai'an looked back at the Bazhenlou restaurant, which was slowly descending the mountain road. The weariness on his face gradually disappeared, and he regained his previous gentle smile: "Find someone to go back to Qingyun Manor and tell Uncle about what happened here."
"yes."
[Author's Note]
I feel much better today, and I think I can update more often. I'll check back after I take a nap.
[Clenched fists]
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