Chapter 124 Investigating the Enemy

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Beef Soup was about to eat when the flute sounded. He was a little confused at first, but then he realized that the person playing the flute was Bu Zao.

When they were traveling together before, Bu Zao never once said that he could play the flute.

After dinner, Beef Soup went to look for Bu Zao. After walking around, he saw a man grilling Bu Zao at the foot of the wall.

Beef Soup: "..."

"What are you doing here alone?" Beef Soup asked. Bu

Zao: "Grilling."

"I have eyes." Beef Soup's tone was very cold. "You worked so hard to cook, why don't you eat it?" Bu Zao

sighed, "I'm not in the mood."

Niu Niu Tang pointed to the skewers in front of him: "Are you in the mood to eat these?"

Bu Zao: "Yeah."

Niu Niu Tang turned around, looked around, squatted next to Bu Zao, and asked, "Did Brother Jiu tell you anything in private?"

"What?" Bu Zao

asked doubtfully.

Gong Jiu was like a dumb man in front of him, playing mysterious and aloof. Why did Niu Niu Tang have such a question?

Niu Niu Tang was surprised, "He didn't ask you to open a small stove for Shaman"

... Bu Zao understood.

"I haven't seen the Ninth Master since we parted on the island."

Bu Zao answered truthfully, and asked with a gossipy look, "Is Shaman the Ninth Master's wife?"

"No!" Niu Niu Tang denied it fiercely.

Bu Zao looked at her in surprise.

Beef Soup knew that he had lost his composure. He picked up a wooden stick beside him and poked the fire in annoyance, saying, "You don't understand... don't talk nonsense."

Oh.

Bu Zao used the fire stick to press down the wooden stick that Beef Soup was shaking in his hand as if nothing had happened.

This girl pretended to want to confide in him but didn't even allow him to respond. It was simply a waste of his time.

Beef Soup was not very happy again. In her eyes, Bu Zao was a cook who was brought to the island. Not to mention that she had to flatter her, she had to at least be friendly and care about her feelings.

The wooden stick was stuffed into the fire, and Beef Soup got up and left, forgetting even to ask Bu Zao how she could play the flute.

Bu Zao silently looked at her back.

There was a crackling sound coming from the fire, and Bu Zao was scrabbling on the ground with a fire stick.

After making a few skewers of barbecue, Bu Zao packed up and left. After asking someone, he found out which room he was assigned to.

Yue Yang lived next door to him. When Bu Zao was slowly carving the wood sculpture, Yue Yang came back.

He was obviously shocked to see Bu Zao.

Bu Zao smiled at him: "Because you and I know each other, they hope you can continue to take care of me."

Yue Yang: "...Who arranged the room for you?"

"Brother Hu." Bu Zao said.

Yue Yang shut up and didn't ask any more questions.

Regarding the personnel situation on the island, Yue Yang and Bu Zao belong to the same type of people and don't know anything.

Bu Zao is an outsider and Yue Yang is a newcomer.

Yue Yang is very busy and he doesn't like to talk, but after getting the old man's approval, he has a lot more things to do.

Bu Zao didn't act like a familiar person this time. He quietly huddled in the yard to do his own thing and rushed to cook before dinner time, as if he didn't exist.

Yue Yang went out early and came back late, occasionally coming back to rest at noon. He was not used to Bu Zao's silence

. In the past, Bu Zao was not noisy, but he was not so quiet.

The next day, Beef Soup finally remembered Bu Zao and asked Yue Yang what Bu Zao was doing.

Yue Yang answered truthfully.

So when Bu Zao had just finished cooking and was about to go home, Beef Soup pulled Yue Yang to the back kitchen to see him, looked at him curiously, and then asked: "Why is your previous enthusiasm gone?"

Bu Zao smiled shyly: "I'm shy."

Beef Soup: "..."

Yue Yang: "..."

Both of them showed a look of "Are you lying?"

Bu Zao shook her head: "I'm really shy, especially when there are many people. Miss, you didn't say there would be so many people on the island."

Beef Soup snorted: "Do I have to tell you everything in person? You didn't ask a single question along the way."

"That's what you said...but the trust between people is gone." Bu Zao said sincerely.

Beef Soup laughed: "What trust or not trust? You think too well about everything."

Bu Zao tilted his head and looked at her in confusion. The amber eyes were very clear, revealing a sense of confusion, and the look of ignorance actually made Niu Rou Tang feel inexplicably guilty.

"Walk around the island when you have time - forget it, I'll take you around the island after dinner." Niu Rou Tang said, looking at Yue Yang, "You come too."

Yue Yang opened his mouth but said nothing. Bu Zao declined: "No, no, no, no, how dare I take up the time of two busy people -" "

Shut up, we are very free."

After lunch, Niu Rou Tang took Yue Yang and Bu Zao to the island to digest the food, and introduced the places they passed by to Bu Zao one by one on the way.

Naturally, the owner of the island, the old man, was mentioned in the conversation.

Bu Zao pretended that he didn't hear it.

He stayed at home during the day and wandered around the island almost all night. In terms of his familiarity with the nameless island, probably only the old man could compare with him.

Beef Soup was a little dissatisfied with Bu Zao's only nodding response: "Aren't you curious about who the old man is?"

"Is he the eldest lady's grandfather?" Bu Zao said.

"No." It's her father.

Beef Soup turned his head away, no longer interested in continuing the conversation.

The two continued to walk forward, and after a while, Beef Soup stopped and looked at the figure in front of him with a gloomy face.

Shaman was standing on the beach, looking at the sea in the distance. The sea was surging, the waves were rolling, and the refreshing sea breeze was blowing on his face.

In her free time these days, Niu Niu Tang had been against Shaman. She had always disliked Shaman, and she didn't want to admit defeat this time. She left Bu Zao and Yue Yang behind and strode forward. Bu Zao, who

was left there, tilted his head and looked at the two people in front of him for a while, and murmured: "I really want to leave..."

These words were not at all like what the background board Xiao Bu would usually say, and his tone seemed a little cold.

Yue Yang on the side looked at him in surprise.

Bu Zao looked at him, his smile still as bright as ever: "Let's slip away."

Yue Yang said nothing, but turned around and walked to the other end, and Bu Zao left with him.

Shaman, who was facing them, witnessed their departure. She had met Yue Yang before, so she easily determined that the young man beside Yue Yang was Bu Zao, the new chef on the island.

Beef Soup turned her back to the direction the two men left and said the same meaningless words to Shaman. In the past, Shaman would just turn around and leave, but this time she didn't do it immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, Beef Soup felt dry in her mouth and was very unhappy because of Shaman's indifference. When she found that Shaman was looking at her back, she also noticed that the two people she was traveling with were motionless.

Looking back, there was no one there.

Beef Soup: "..."

Shaman said, "They ran away as soon as you came over."

Beef Soup glared at her and left as imposingly as usual.

... "What do you usually do on the island?"

Bu Zao asked Yue Yang.

"Nothing, just martial arts, reading, and getting to know people." Yue Yang answered briefly.

A lot of information can be seen from people's reactions. It must not be Bu Zao's illusion. Yue Yang's friendliness towards him has been increasing.

This is a sign that Bu Zao has been very successful in playing the role of background board.

There was nothing good for the two grown men to see, and Yue Yang was not an elegant person with leisure time. They parted ways not long after they walked.

Bu Zao avoided the crowd, sat down in a secluded place, took out his flute and played it, while arranging his future plans in his mind.

When the song ended, applause sounded behind him. The old man smiled and said, "The chef you brought back not only cooks delicious meals, but also plays the flute beautifully. I am fascinated by it."

Bu Zao turned around.

Next to the old man stood Gong Jiu in a white robe, looking at him coldly, without responding to the old man's words.

"Mr. Jiu, long time no see." Bu Zao waved warmly, and looked at the old man again, "Hello."

The old man smiled and said, "Hello. I have never heard of the song you just played."

Bu Zao said, "It is a song I composed myself, and I haven't named it yet."

The old man laughed, "You are not just a simple cook, do you know anything else?"

This question was asked casually as if to tease, full of condescending malice.

Bu Zao laughed, the head of the sect was similar, few people could keep a normal mind after gaining power, so he just thought it was interesting.

"I know so much, I can't even begin to describe it all." Bu Zao said, "If you have time, come sit over at my place."

The old man thought to himself that the saying 'ignorance is bliss' was perfectly reflected in Bu Zao.

People on the island knew that he was friendly, but no one dared to be so casual in front of him, and they were only friendly on the surface.

After eating too much delicious food, they wanted to have some light porridge and side dishes. The old man was not angry at all, and showed Bu Zao a friendly smile.

"Okay."

Then he looked at Gong Jiu and said, "I won't interrupt you two young people from chatting. Since you brought him to the island, how can you leave him alone all the time?"

The old man narrowed his eyes at Bu Zao, smiling with wrinkles on his face, and then turned around and left neatly, leaving the space for Gong Jiu and Bu Zao.

Bu Zao: There's no need, there's really no need.

Gong Jiu asked, "Besides the flute, can you play any other musical instruments?"

"Yes." Bu Zao raised his finger, "Konghou, Pipa, Guzheng, Duanxiao, Gong, Cymbals - I can play Suona too."

With all the skill books stored in his head, how could he not know it? Upon

hearing this, Gong Jiu actually looked at Bu Zao's face carefully for a moment. He said, "You are a genius." Bu Zao was a little

surprised to hear such words from a martial arts genius, but he gladly accepted it, "Thank you."

Gong Jiu suddenly laughed.

Bu Zao looked at him in confusion.

Gong Jiu smiled and said, "I always feel that you shouldn't be like this."

Bu Zao became interested. Could it be that Gong Jiu saw through his cheerful and lively appearance and saw through his true nature,

"What should I be like?" Bu Zao asked.

"You should be a statue and not care about anything." Gong Jiu said slowly.

"..." Bu Zao was silent for a moment, "It sounds like... I shouldn't be a human being."

Gong Jiu said nothing, just looked at him.

Players don't have the ability to read minds.

Bu Zao didn't understand what Gong Jiu was thinking at this moment, and the look in his eyes when he looked at him couldn't help but become a little admiring.

Awesome, he said bad words so profoundly, he is worthy of being the number one swordsman in this game. Bu Zao

was about to cause trouble, and he was too lazy to cover it up. After meeting the big boss of the island owner, there was no reason for him to be hypocritical with the intermediate boss.

He stood up, turned the flute in his hand and said goodbye to Gong Jiu, saying: "Young Master Jiu, come to me when you have time, I can open a small stove for you."

Gong Jiu looked at Bu Zao and said nothing.

He originally only had a vague sense of disharmony, but now the disharmony became more concrete.

It is true that no one in this world can always remain cheerful and lively. Bu

Zao also hid it very deeply.

Gong Jiu sighed.