I had a bad feeling; I always felt that what Lao Dao was drinking wasn't quite right.
The old master chuckled wickedly and told Old Knife an outrageous story.
The story is roughly about a fox repaying a debt of gratitude by cooking porridge for its owner every day. One day, the owner returned home to find the fox staring at the pot...
After the old master finished speaking, he gave a strange, snickering laugh.
"Hey, Brother Chen, what do you mean? I don't understand." Old Dao was confused and wanted to get an answer from me.
I patted Lao Dao on the shoulder and told him it was okay and to let him play.
But to be honest, after drinking it, Lao Dao's body has almost fully recovered.
My body used to feel like it had Parkinson's disease, but now at least the shaking doesn't happen anymore.
My lips were so pale just now, like they'd been drained of all their color, but now they look normal again.
This porridge is really effective.
"This time, you've interfered in other people's affairs again. You should know that this is not a good thing!"
After Lao Dao lay down, the old master looked at me with his face tilted to the side, as if reminding me of something.
I nodded. Influenced by my grandfather, I certainly knew what interfering in someone's karma meant.
Perhaps I will have to bear some of the consequences of his actions.
"Okay, close your eyes and rest. This will all pass. Also, change your friend's diaper quickly!"
After saying all that, the old master turned his head back, closed his eyes, and ignored me.
"Brother Chen, should I change here? It's kind of embarrassing..." Old Dao looked at the diaper and looked at me pitifully.
That white claw just now really broke Old Knife; if it happened again, Old Knife would probably die.
I said, "Are you embarrassed, my ass? Just pull down your pants and stuff it in!"
They were all grown men, and none of the seats in our row were occupied.
The old master was also resting with his eyes closed, and no one paid him any attention.
Old Dao thought it made sense and prepared to stuff the diaper in.
"Wait, let's go outside to change! Come on, I'll go with you!"
I suddenly thought of something and stopped Lao Dao.
"Okay, thanks, Brother Chen. To be honest, if you hadn't come with me this time, I really wouldn't have dared to come alone!"
Old Dao breathed a sigh of relief.
Old Dao was deeply moved when he saw that I was willing to accompany him!
We were carrying our things and heading to the restroom when the old man cleared a path for us.
This time, I brought the lightning sword.
The old master slightly raised his eyelids, gave a look, and then closed his eyes again.
"Brother Chen, then I'll change it!"
After entering the toilet, Lao Dao took a deep breath for a long time and made an important decision, picking up a diaper to change it.
I snatched the diaper away.
Old Dao was a little confused: "Brother Chen, why did you take my diapers?"
"Old Dao, wake up! Haven't you noticed the problem?" I whispered to Old Dao.
Although I was grateful to this experienced craftsman, I remained suspicious of him and wary of him.
After all, it's illogical and too coincidental that this master craftsman appeared here.
"Huh? What? Brother Chen, you mean there's something wrong with this old man?" Old Dao was skeptical after I said that.
"Is it possible that all of this has happened to us, and that it was all part of this guy's plan to lure you into using this diaper?"
The more I talked about it, the more likely it seemed.
Think about it carefully, what healthy person carries diapers with them all the time?
This old man doesn't seem like the kind of person who is incontinent at all.
It's unreasonable to bring this diaper out in the first place.
The only possibility is that there's something wrong with the diaper.
"Holy crap! This is so weird!" Old Dao trembled.
He listened to my analysis and felt it made a lot of sense.
In that case, it's even less likely to be used.
"Whether it's a regular diaper or not, just try it on!"
I put the diaper on the ground and stabbed it directly with the lightning sword.
Sizzle!
It looked as if it had been punctured by a blood bag, as a lot of red liquid gushed out of the diaper.
Crackling sounds!
This thing is still smoking.
It produced a pungent smell.
"Cough cough cough!"
Old Dao was choked by the smoke and kept coughing.
The diaper caught fire at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"There's a problem, a really big problem! Brother Chen, if I wear this, I'll be lucky to escape with my life!"
Old Dao instinctively clutched his lychees tightly, afraid that they might perish here.
I thought to myself, there really is a problem here!
High-speed trains are equipped with smoke detectors, which will sound an alarm once smoke is detected.
The problem is that the smoke was very thick, but it didn't trigger an alarm.
"Does that mean I'm not on the high-speed train right now?"
A bold idea suddenly popped into my head.
"When we get back, don't show it. This old man is a dangerous person. We shouldn't provoke him unless absolutely necessary!"
I carefully gave Lao Dao some instructions, afraid that the guy might do something wrong.
"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I definitely won't mess with him. That old Deng is too awful!"
Lao Dao is quite capable of execution.
"By the way, Brother Chen, what did I just drink? Is there anything wrong with it?"
Old Dao was still bothered by the porridge he had just eaten.
"That's not a problem. You're doing just fine now, aren't you?"
"That's true, but I still feel there's something strange about this stuff; it doesn't seem like ordinary porridge." Old Dao still wanted to ask more questions.
I can only say two words: Mi Qing.
"Miqing? Could it be... ugh!"
At first, Lao Dao didn't recognize the name. But when he finally understood what "Mi Qing" meant, he vomited up everything he had eaten the night before.
"At least everything's alright for now!" I comforted Lao Dao, telling him not to overthink it and that it would pass if he just endured it.
Old Dao's innocent expression now makes him look like a little Shaoling, weak, pitiful, and helpless.
"Old Dao, haven't you noticed anything wrong with this high-speed rail?"
"Ah! Brother Chen, what you're saying makes sense! I've taken the high-speed rail several times, and it's not like that!"
I pointed it out to Lao Dao, and he also indicated that something was amiss.
This high-speed train has been acting strangely ever since we boarded it.
"We've probably been in this tunnel for almost half an hour now. Where do you find a tunnel like this on a high-speed rail line?"
And that smoke was clearly quite thick, but it didn't trigger the smoke alarm!
I explained everything to Lao Dao one by one.
The announcement was still reminding people that smoking was prohibited and that violators would be fined.
"Here, have a smoke!" I took out a cigarette and handed it to Lao Dao.
I'm going to test it out.
If this is truly a fake, then the smoke alarm will not be triggered.
If it's true, then Lao Dao will face administrative penalties, but it won't affect my trip to Haopo Village.
The one who was punished was Lao Dao, what does that have to do with me, Chen Yan?
All I can do is silently pray for Lao Dao in my heart.
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