What's on me?
I froze. What could I possibly have on me?
It's nothing more than those magical artifacts. If it were my body, the old lady probably wouldn't be interested.
"I don't understand what you're saying!"
The woman's voice trembled slightly, as if someone had touched a sore spot.
"Haha, I was just joking!"
I originally thought the experienced mechanic would say something valuable, but he just laughed it off.
The experienced driver was quite enthusiastic towards me, while the older woman seemed a bit guilty. Fortunately, no obvious conflict arose.
I still had the key to the guesthouse door with me. I skillfully pushed the door open, and a cold wind blew in, making Lao Dao tremble with fear.
The master craftsman stepped forward and made a slight movement, and the gust of cold wind stopped.
The old master craftsman's eyes swept across the yard like an eagle's, then he put his hands behind his back.
"Xiao Chen, arrange a room first. Whatever you do, get some rest first."
The old master tilted his head and gave me instructions.
Since both owners of the guesthouse had passed away, and I had the key, the job of hosting guests fell to me.
I first settled the older woman in, and then took Lao Dao to the master craftsman's room.
Because I still have many, many questions I want to ask the master craftsman.
"Master, what did you mean by what you just said to the young lady?"
There are no outsiders here now, and I don't have many people I can trust!
I closed the door and began to ask about everything that had just happened.
I always felt that this master craftsman was someone who knew everything.
"Young lady? You really think he's younger than you?"
The old master chuckled, a laugh that was quite abstract.
"Isn't that right? He was indeed in the form of an old woman before, but that was a forced transformation to counteract some kind of curse!"
I never doubted the old lady's age.
Because, judging from her skin, personality, and life experience, the older woman was not much older than me.
Physical appearance can be changed, but the marks of time cannot be erased.
Unless the person is very good at pretending.
"Of course not. Is it possible that what you saw before was his original appearance?"
The old master shook his head.
This reason left me completely bewildered.
"You mean his original age was like that, and his appearance was achieved through some kind of secret technique?"
I can hardly believe it.
"Otherwise what? Besides, Zhou the tailor was also killed by him!"
The old master craftsman continued to purse his lips.
I was even more shocked. Although I didn't know where the master craftsman got the information from, it was basically accurate.
"He keeps clinging to you because there's something about you that he wants!"
But I don't know the specifics!
The master spoke vaguely at this point.
"Alright, let's not talk about him anymore. No matter what, at least you're still alive."
The experienced craftsman was unwilling to dwell on the topic any further.
"Just be more careful next time, Xiao Chen. Don't trust too many people when you're out and about!"
The old man lit a cigarette, then put the betel nut from his pocket into his mouth and chewed it.
He gave me a long and earnest lecture.
"By the way, old master, you said before that my brother Chen coming here would solve the problem of aging, but he's still like this!"
At this moment, Lao Dao suddenly spoke up and asked.
"He could have become younger, but he prematurely implanted the god into the lightning sword. The god's power was not fully unleashed, so he remained in this state!"
The master craftsman glanced at the lightning sword in my hand and explained it casually.
I unconsciously gripped the lightning sword tighter.
"Hurry up and pack up, we still need to check the underground passage, otherwise that thing will escape!"
The experienced craftsman urged him on.
"That thing? You mean the demon?"
I was a little surprised; I didn't expect the master craftsman to even know about demons.
"Yes! That's why I came here specifically; my worst fears have come true!"
The old master took out two pieces of rations from his backpack, took a couple of bites, and then handed them to me and Lao Dao.
"Alright, Xiao Chen, this matter is no small thing, I still need your help!"
The old master's tone softened, and there was a hint of pleading in his attitude towards me.
I suddenly felt immense pressure: "But senior, can I really do this?"
I have no confidence.
This time, Lao Dao, Auntie, and I slunk back home.
At first, I thought that after obtaining the power of the gods, I would be invincible, but I never expected that there would be people more powerful than me and heavens beyond heavens.
They couldn't even defeat the demon in the mansion, let alone anything more powerful.
"Of course it's not just the two of you. I came here with thorough preparations, and I've also brought other helpers!"
The old master laughed heartily. Later, when I asked him what he was laughing about, he wouldn't say, but just told me I'd find out soon.
About 10 minutes later, someone knocked on the door.
I opened the door and saw a middle-aged man with a square face, who looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a modern Chinese-style suit.
Overall, it does have a sense of otherworldly elegance.
"Alright, let me introduce you, Xiao Chen. This is my good friend Zhang Yongnian. His family has been based in this county for over a hundred years!"
The experienced craftsman patiently introduced Zhang Yongnian to me.
At the same time, he introduced me and Lao Dao to Zhang Yongnian.
I was also a little curious when I heard about Zhang Yongnian.
But then I thought of He Feilong.
We previously deduced that He Feilong's family split off two hundred years ago, eventually taking the surname Zhang.
Could it be that it belongs to his family?
"Actually, I wanted to introduce him to you two last time, but I was in too much of a hurry at the time."
The experienced craftsman felt a little apologetic.
"It's alright, it's alright, it's the same now anyway!"
I quickly waved my hand, saying that no matter what, it was good that the master craftsman had the intention.
"How is He Feilong?"
Zhang Yongnian hadn't said much until the old master finished speaking, then he started staring at me.
I couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"He's dead, just died!"
"Um……"
Zhang Yongnian probably doesn't like to talk much; he just hummed in response and then said nothing more.
"Senior, did you own this guesthouse before?"
I went over it in my mind several times, but I still asked.
"yes!"
Zhang Yongnian still only has one word.
"I know what you want to ask. We were one family two hundred years ago!"
Zhang Yongnian didn't even lift his eyelids; it was this indifferent attitude that gave me the creeps.
"You made the right choice to run away from there; if you had been any later, you might never have made it out!"
Before I could say anything more, Zhang Yongnian spoke again.
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