When confronted with my questioning, Lao Dao initially tried to evade the question.
But remembering my strength just now, I first nodded, then quickly shook my head.
“Brother Chen, you’re right, but not entirely right! Almost everyone who left the village back then died mysteriously, but one person was left behind!”
Old Dao spoke slowly, while staring into my eyes, watching my reaction.
My subtle facial reaction did indeed catch his attention.
My eyelids twitched slightly; my intuition told me that all the mysteries must be here.
Tell me who he is!
I tried to suppress my emotions and keep my voice steady before looking at Lao Dao and asking.
"In all these years, only this one person has survived in this village. He's quite old, so finding him won't be easy..."
Old Dao seemed not to understand what I was saying, shaking his head and talking about things that had nothing to do with the question.
Perhaps I was too eager to know the result, or perhaps my concern clouded my judgment, but at this moment I did not notice anything unusual about Lao Dao.
Old Dao seemed much calmer at this moment compared to before.
Yes, it's calm, like a cabinet, devoid of emotion and undisturbed.
I raised my finger, wanting to repeat the action I had just performed.
Only then did Lao Dao's eyes regain their clarity.
He quickly forced a smile: "Brother Chen, Brother Chen! Let's talk this out! The survivor I know is named Xu Feng! He's probably in his fifties or sixties. As for anything else, I know nothing!"
As I listened to this information, my brow furrowed.
Dao Ge has a slight accent, and he can't distinguish between nasal sounds.
"Which one?" I asked, wanting to get definite information from him.
After all, Lingmei and Linmei were a huge misunderstanding.
A single word can make a huge difference in the end.
"Brother Chen, how would I know? I only heard it secondhand. Besides, even if the older generation had names, they would just call them by name verbally. At least someone would write them down on paper!"
After hearing what I said, Lao Dao showed an expression as if his mother had died.
I nodded slightly, but did not deny it.
Because Lao Dao's expression didn't seem like he was lying, and most importantly, he had no reason to know such details.
Is he a man or a woman?
I then raised another crucial question: the more detailed the information you have, the less likely you are to make a mistake.
Old Dao shook his head. He knew nothing about these things either, including names and ages, which he had only heard about from others.
Seeing Lao Dao like this, I felt quite helpless.
After everything that has happened, I am no longer the naive young man I once was. From Lao Dao's eyes, I can tell that he is not lying.
Old Dao genuinely didn't know.
I sighed softly. Where the hell am I supposed to find this?
“Brother Chen, although I don’t know why you’re looking for Xu Feng, I think he must be very important to you. More people means more help. So, I’ll help you find him tomorrow. That way, the efficiency will be much higher. What do you say?”
Old Dao was quite sensible; he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for me, and gave it to me.
On the other hand, they asked for my opinion, and seeing my doubt, they said, "Hey, I'm just tired of staying in this awful place, and I thought it would be better to follow Brother Chen."
That's right, my skills just now frightened Old Knife, and at the same time, I had a new idea.
Since they know my abilities, they can only seek my protection through this matter.
This once again confirms my idea that the reason Lao Dao ran to this godforsaken place is because...
It was because of some kind of force that he felt afraid.
Now that he sees something within himself that can counteract that power, Old Dao's mind naturally becomes active; his brain works very quickly.
I didn't say much about it; it's just convenient to talk to smart people.
Since Lao Dao is so pragmatic, it saves me a lot of trouble.
"Okay, then we'll come over tomorrow. We'll go out and search together then. Don't worry, I'll take care of things for you!"
I gave Old Knife a meaningful look.
Actually, I noticed it earlier; Old Dao had been acting a bit strange ever since he came in.
It seems that he must have been haunted by something, which is why he turned out this way.
thump!
Old Dao knelt down at my feet and kowtowed three times: "Brother Chen, if you need anything, just let me know, I'll definitely help you solve your problem!"
Every word he uttered was directed at me, without mentioning anything about himself.
Although Lao Dao was like that at first, I have to say that his words made me feel very comfortable.
"Okay, then I'll be going now. You should also make your preparations. I'll be waiting for you and Ant here at this time tomorrow!" I said slowly.
However, we don't plan to bring the ants back; we can meet up at this time tomorrow.
"Okay, Brother Chen, I'll see you off!"
The ant wasn't going to miss this opportunity; he wasn't stupid either, and he wanted to get closer to me.
I simply left Ant's contact information, waved, signaled Ant to go back, and stood at the door ready to leave.
I turned around and looked at the ants.
At this moment, Ant didn't forget to ask Old Knife, "Brother Knife, don't forget this time tomorrow!"
To everyone's surprise, Lao Dao's eyes became vacant, and a faint chill emanated from him.
There was also a slight shadow on the area between the eyebrows.
The ant wasn't a member of the mystical arts world, so it couldn't see the change; it just felt that the place was eerie.
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