"Quickly, Master, come inside and sit down." Hua Niang quickly reacted and respectfully led Kong Sang into the inn.
At this moment, Old Deng felt a surge of excitement; the master had finally arrived.
The three members of the Ma family were eating sunflower seeds, each wearing a big red flower on their head, looking quite beautiful.
"By March, the ice on the river will have almost melted."
"Will we have to leave then?" Ma Hehua asked with a reluctant expression.
Eating and drinking for free here is incredibly enjoyable, and there are people waiting on you around. It's so comfortable!
"What's wrong? You want to stay here?" Ma Linghua looked at her with a sinister gaze.
Ma Hehua trembled. "Mother, I don't want to! I'll be wherever you are!"
Ma Lihua glanced indifferently at Kong Sang who was passing by, then turned back to eat an orange.
Kong Sang held the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand and kept spinning them, making them look like they were about to spark.
“Master Kongsang, this is the room that Master Deng prepared for you. Please stay here for now. I will go and call Master Deng to come and see you.”
Hua Niang swayed her hips, closed the door, and went downstairs.
"Master Deng, Master Kongsang has arrived and is waiting for you!"
"Okay! I understand."
Upon hearing of Master Kongsang's arrival, Old Deng was overjoyed, as if a long-awaited rain had fallen on a drought.
He hurriedly put down the blowpipe in his hand, which still retained some warmth.
The moment he took off his apron, Old Deng's movements were slightly hurried, yet they carried a sense of respect and expectation.
He gently patted the dust off his clothes, each pat done with care, as if afraid that his disheveled appearance might offend the master.
Old Deng walked steadily and powerfully towards Master Kongsang's room.
His mind was filled with a myriad of thoughts as he recalled the various legendary tales he had heard about Master Kongsang.
At this moment, Master Kongsang was sitting quietly in the room, constantly turning the prayer beads in his hands.
The prayer beads spun rapidly in his hand, as if carrying a mysterious power.
Master Kongsang's eyes were deep and serene, as if he could see through all the world's splendor and clamor.
His posture was upright, and his simple robe added to his solemnity and majesty.
A tranquil atmosphere permeated the room, with white light streaming through the window and casting dappled shadows on the floor.
Master Kongsang sat amidst the light and shadow, resembling a sacred statue.
His face was calm, yet it revealed an indescribable compassion.
As Lao Deng's footsteps drew closer, his heart began to beat faster and faster.
Finally, he arrived at the door of Master Kongsang's room.
Old Deng took a deep breath, slowly reached out his hand, and gently knocked on the door.
The knocking echoed in the quiet corridor, as if telling of his inner awe and anticipation.
A moment later, Master Kongsang's calm voice came from inside the room: "Please come in."
Old Deng pushed open the door, and what came into view was the serene figure of Master Kongsang.
His gaze met Master Kongsang's in an instant, and at that moment, Old Deng seemed to feel an invisible force that filled his heart with awe.
He entered the room respectfully, lowered his head slightly, and dared not look directly into Master Kongsang's eyes.
"Master, I have long admired your name. It is truly an honor to meet you today."
Old Deng's voice trembled slightly, filled with excitement and respect.
Master Kongsang nodded slightly, his eyes revealing a hint of gentleness.
"No need for such formalities."
Master Kongsang's voice was like a clear spring flowing, instantly dispelling the tension and unease in people's hearts.
Old Deng raised his head, looking at Master Kongsang with anticipation in his eyes.
"Master, when you first arrived, you saw those three women in our inn, didn't you? What did you think of them?"
Old Deng's tone was tentative, and a little cautious.
The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment. Old Deng looked nervously at Master Kongsang, waiting for his response.
However, Master Kongsang remained silent, as if he were immersed in his own world.
A sense of unease welled up in Old Deng's heart; he didn't know what the master's silence meant.
After a moment, Old Deng spoke again, trying to break the oppressive silence.
"Of course, if you're not satisfied, then take a look at this leather."
As he spoke, he pulled a wooden box from his pocket, moving it gently as if he were holding an incomparably precious treasure.
Old Deng's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and nervousness. He carefully opened the box, and a complete piece of leather was revealed before his eyes.
The leather was delicate and smooth, radiating a soft sheen under the light.
The texture of the skin is excellent, like a meticulously crafted work of art.
Old Deng stared intently at Master Kongsang, hoping to glean a hint of satisfaction from his expression.
However, Master Kongsang's expression remained calm, making it impossible to fathom his thoughts.
Old Deng grew increasingly uneasy, unsure if the skin would impress the master.
He gently stroked the surface of the leather, feeling its delicate texture.
"Master, I went to great lengths to obtain this skin. I believe it will surely catch your eye."
Old Deng's voice carried a hint of urgency; he longed to gain Master Kongsang's approval.
Silence fell in the room again, with only Old Deng's tense breathing echoing in the air.
Master Kongsang gazed quietly at the skin, a complex emotion seemingly flickering in his eyes.
Old Deng waited anxiously, his heart filled with anticipation and unease.
God the hell went through all that trouble, this is clearly Deng Xiaoping's skin.
“I saw them today, and those three are all of excellent quality, but I do not wish to kill them, which is truly a dilemma.”
Old Deng: "……………………"
You're troubled? You've already made a drum out of human skin, and you're still troubled?
You don't want to kill? What a pretentious act.
Seeing through it but not saying it, Old Deng's eyes darted around, and he smiled, "Master, since that's the case, how about I think of a way!"
Kong Sang glanced at him and nodded.
Old Deng suppressed his anger, but managed a smile on his face.
Turning around, I walked towards the door, each step feeling like walking on cotton, both unsteady and heavy.
The hypocritical words of Master Kongsang kept echoing in his mind, and his sense of disgust grew stronger.
As he stepped out of the room, Old Deng clenched his teeth so tightly they were almost raw.
This so-called master is clearly doing cruel things with human skin, yet he pretends to be compassionate.
Old Deng took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Now was not the time to act impulsively. Old Deng stood in the corridor for a moment, calming himself down.
His eyes turned sinister as he secretly plotted his next move.
He didn't care about Master Kongsang's true identity; his real goal was to find a way to kill the three members of the Ma family.
On the ninth day, Lao Deng's opportunity came. That day, the inn welcomed three guests: one man and two women.
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