"Yes, Brother Chen, yes!"
Old Dao was also a little sad.
A kind, overweight woman died right before our eyes?
Old Dao probably wouldn't believe it.
I left the sword on the pedestal and then sat down on the threshold of the temple.
Old Dao stayed by my side, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in my mouth, and lit it for me.
I sat on the threshold, silently smoking, without saying a word.
My mind involuntarily drifted to many people: Jin Ye, Xiaomi, Lao Luo, and Lao Su.
Honestly, my relationship with the fat woman wasn't particularly good; we'd only spoken a handful of times.
But from the beginning until now, the fat woman has never harmed me.
He might have some reservations about Lao Dao, but he has always been helpful to me.
Finally, to fulfill my wish, the fat woman was eaten by my eagle owl.
"Brother Chen, do you think the one that got eaten was one of my clones?"
Old Dao also lit a cigarette, and after blowing out a smoke ring, he turned around and asked me.
Old Dao's voice was a little choked up. I turned around and looked at Old Dao. He seemed to be crying.
"I don't know. By the way, did Fatty leave anything behind?"
I shook my head, and then suddenly realized that I had been facing away from them the whole time, so there were some things I couldn't see.
But Lao Dao should be able to see it.
"Oh, it seems there really is one!"
Old Dao remembered it immediately after I reminded him.
"Brother Chen, look at this! I remember Sister Pang touched my pocket just now, but I thought it was an accident!"
Old Dao touched his back pocket. Usually, this pocket was just for decoration and didn't hold anything. Old Dao took out a small brocade pouch from the back pocket.
"Here you go, Brother Chen. I didn't even notice until you told me. This was probably left for you by Sister Pang!"
Old Dao handed me this small brocade pouch, because it had the words "Chen Yan" written on it.
"Yes, it's for me!"
I'm a little excited; this must be Fatty's last words.
“Little brother, by this time, your sister will no longer be here. In fact, I was already aware of this from the moment I learned that you were the Owl God.”
I opened the brocade pouch; inside was a letter from Fatty Sister.
The above content has stirred up some of my emotions.
"You have gained the approval of the eagle owl. I believe in the eagle owl, so naturally I believe in you as well. Although my sister has done many bad things, she has never done anything to you."
After this is over, I would like to ask my younger brother to help me find my younger sister and remove the curse from her body.
Furthermore, Xu Feng can be trusted when necessary!
I read the letter aloud bit by bit, and Old Dao was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"Brother Dao, Sister Pang is so good to us!"
Old Dao is no longer capable.
For a grown man to be moved to tears by such words, Lao Dao was indeed touched by the fat woman's actions.
"It's not that I'm too good to you, it's that I'm too good to me. It seems like I was even thinking of hurting you before!"
I corrected Lao Dao on one point.
Old Dao didn't care at all: "So what? Anyway, in my heart, Fatty Sister has always been very good to me. Even if she has some thoughts about me, I can accept it!"
Old Dao was so moved by the fat woman that tears streamed down his face once again.
That old man is really something, he's changed from wetting his pants to crying.
I carefully analyzed the letter left by the fat woman and found some useful information.
"Brother Chen, what did you find?"
When Lao Dao saw me staring blankly, he quickly asked.
"Old Dao, look, Fatty said she did a lot of bad things, but she didn't lay a hand on us."
Her reason was because of the eagle owl, but I remember she only saw the eagle owl tattoo when we were leaving!
I immediately noticed the flaw in the letter.
"Oh? It seems so, but what does that prove? Anyway, Fatty never harmed us from the beginning!"
After hearing what I said, Lao Dao moved his body back a little.
"You're such an idiot! Is it possible that the reason Fatty Sister said she didn't harm us wasn't because I'm possessed by a hawk owl?"
Or was it because of something else, such as being asked to do it by someone else?
I cursed at Lao Dao, but I don't know if he's really stupid or just pretending.
"Huh? You mean Brother Luo? Fatty is one of Brother Luo's people?"
Old Dao's reaction time is quite long; he finally realized what was happening.
"But that's not right. Fatty is a monster. No matter how powerful Brother Luo is, how can he make Fatty listen to him?"
So, Brother Chen, you're probably hallucinating from thinking about Brother Luo so much!
Lao Dao quickly refuted my statement.
I continued smoking, without saying a word or expressing any opinion.
But I had already made up my mind about this.
That's right, there must be someone pushing this behind the scenes.
Since I came here, although there have been setbacks along the way, I have been constantly getting stronger.
My goal is being achieved step by step.
"Brother Chen, look at this sentence!"
That old bastard Xu Feng, he can actually be trusted when necessary!
Lao Dao was a little confused, because Xu Feng had always given us the impression of being a liar and dishonest.
The crisis we face later is most likely caused by Xu Feng.
"Well, let's talk about it when we meet Xu Feng. We still have a mission now, which is to find Fatty's sister!"
I stubbed out my cigarette, then stood up and carefully put the letter away.
There were some unusual things about the letter; the handwriting was very dark, which I guessed was because Sister Pang used encryption when she wrote it.
The purpose was to make sure only I could see it and not to let Lao Dao see it.
"It's that young woman!"
The mere mention of the young woman sent shivers down Lao Dao's spine, his body trembling uncontrollably.
Looking back, the experience with the fish that day was something Lao Dao would never forget for the rest of his life.
"Yeah, probably, but not necessarily. Fatty didn't say exactly how many sisters she has, so maybe it's someone else!"
I nodded. No matter which one it is, as long as it's something Sister Pang tells me to do, I'll do it as best I can.
At this moment, the statue also began to tremble.
The lightning sword beneath the base is gleaming brightly.
I can clearly feel that the power of this lightning sword is much stronger than before.
"Can't pull it out?"
I was just about to draw my sword when I was surprised to find that I couldn't pull it out.
It wasn't a matter of power; it seemed like there was something like a seal, binding it tightly.
Old Dao grabbed my waist and tried to pull me down.
The two of them remained completely still.
I could feel that the strength in my arms seemed to be greater than before, but it still didn't work.
"The statue should be moved."
I looked at the stone statue of the eagle owl and made my decision.
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