Not long after the five of them left, Tasaburo went to the carriage shop on the street corner and hired a rickshaw.
The innkeeper tried several times to break through the crowd to get close to Feng Jiakang, but was blocked by the three boys. During this time, Cheng Shuang successfully found herself next to Feng Jiakang, who was sitting boldly in a private seat in the inn, and smiled brightly at him, "Distinguished guest, shall I let Xiao Shuang give you a shoulder massage to relax?"
Feng Jiakang looked down at the little girl's soft little hand, and indignation towards the evil old society rose in his eyes. "Good, good!"
Cheng Shuang rolled her eyes inwardly, speechless. What was this guy, the butcher on someone else's chopping board, feeling sorry for her? He himself was barely scraping by! Besides, his blatant sympathy and his cheerful reply were two completely different things!
Do people have to be so hypocritical?
Just as he was urging the shop owner to pour tea for the distinguished guest, Tian Saburo glanced to the side. After thinking for a moment, he decided not to stop Cheng Shuang from approaching this time, because compared to Cheng Shuang, the shop owner and his soon-to-arrive staff were more threatening.
Tsk, that's the downside of kids—no power, no influence, no strength, and they're fragile and delicate, unable to do anything right.
Tian Sanlang clenched his fist with a gloomy expression, but when he looked up at Feng Jiakang, his eyes were burning with fervor.
Feng Jiakang, who was enjoying the shoulder massage with his eyes closed, suddenly felt a chill. Because he was on guard, his whole body tensed up, so when Cheng Shuang pressed down, she could only press on hard muscles.
The little girl subtly pinched his shoulder, shifting her grip to the back of his neck. No one noticed that a small, porcelain-white hand emerged from beneath her sleeve, and like a gust of wind, pulled a piece of paper from the breast pocket of Feng Jiakang's plaid shirt, then quickly withdrew it.
Feng Jiakang was so focused on guarding against the lurking, almost imperceptible gaze that seemed to want to devour him that he didn't even realize he had lost something.
Luo An's agility is 10, which is well-deserved.
Soon, eight burly men arrived, carrying what they called a rickshaw.
Feng Jiakang was speechless. The rickshaw was like a parade of courtesans, with thin gauze covering all sides, while the soft seat in the middle was quite comfortable.
His eyes flashed, and he clutched his stomach, crying out, "I need to go to the toilet, my stomach hurts!"
The shop owner naturally wouldn't disobey. Although his idea of poaching the children was sinister, it wasn't entirely absent. He immediately pointed cheerfully to the backyard, "I..." He was about to volunteer, but seeing the four children glaring at him coldly, his face darkened, and he changed his words, "I'll lead the way for you."
This time, the three boys didn't say anything, since they didn't know where the outhouse was either. The group marched to the backyard in a grand manner, looking as solemn as if they were guarding some important national envoy.
The so-called outhouse was actually a wooden chamber pot placed in a room in the backyard. It was the first time Feng Jiakang had used the toilet under the supervision of five people. Even with the screen separating them, he still felt very uncomfortable and even had the wicked thought of having a big burp to disgust them all.
The next second, however, he jumped up with a livid face, almost knocking over the chamber pot. But he obviously didn't care about that anymore. He frantically searched through the pockets on his body, looking around, and finally kicked over the screen in a fit of rage, shouting, "Who stole my things?"
The shop owner took a step back, his expression one of undisguised schadenfreude. He hoped that these four brats would anger the distinguished guest so that he could take advantage of their misfortune!
The three children exchanged a glance, then immediately rushed over indignantly, "Honored guest, what have you lost? Let us go and help you find it!"
"Whoever dares to steal your things, I'll definitely teach them a lesson for you!"
"Distinguished guest, did you lose your belongings at the carriage shop? I'll have the shop owner compensate you!"
The shop owner's leisurely expression vanished. He clicked his tongue, thinking, "Like a dog that's bitten into a bone, it won't let go!" He pondered for a moment, then decided against it. Continuing to argue would only break the rules and be counterproductive.
He thought about it, but his actions were decisive. He bowed and kowtowed, begging for forgiveness, "Look what you've lost. If I can compensate for your family, I definitely will..."
"Check luggage!" Feng Jiakang ignored him and instead stared at the four children's bamboo baskets and packages with red eyes.
Cheng Shuang calmly unpacked the package, where a packet of hawthorn candy balls and a few pieces of candy were particularly eye-catching.
Cheng Wudong let out a small, dissatisfied snort.
Feng Jiakang grabbed the hawthorn candy balls and demanded, "Where did you get these?"
Cheng Wudong answered first, "It was a gift from a distinguished guest. We children love to eat these. This is a serving for four, and my sister hasn't had time to share them with us yet." Her small eyes glanced at Cheng Shuang with a smug look.
The little girl puffed out her cheeks in feigned anger, clumsily tore open the packaging bag, and handed out eight individually wrapped hawthorn candy balls.
Feng Jiakang naturally ignored the children's childish behavior; his focus was on the tickets he had lost.
He then casually rummaged through the bamboo basket and saw that there were only a few bundles of dry, unsold vegetables inside. He immediately became anxious and paced around in circles.
“Honorable guest, could you describe what you’ve lost? Shall we look for it along the way?” Cheng Shuang suggested. Seeing the three boys’ shifty eyes, she made arrangements before Cheng Wudong could speak, “The younger brother will search along the carriage road and this small shop. One of the older brothers will accompany you, and the two younger brothers will go and search the roads we’ve traveled. Is that alright?”
Feng Jiakang pursed his lips. In fact, he would prefer that they all go out and search, far away from him, but that was obviously unrealistic.
"OK!"
He gritted his teeth and made a decision: "It's a piece of paper, a piece of paper the size of a palm."
The group looked at each other, wondering if the scope was too broad.
"It's different from Xuan paper; you'll know that as soon as you see it."
He didn't say much, and the others were careful not to upset him.
Before Tian Sanlang left with Cheng Wudong, he turned back to Cheng Shuang and said ambiguously, "You need to hurry up, don't keep our distinguished guest waiting!"
Although Cheng Shuang didn't understand, she still obediently nodded. Then, when she turned around, she saw the shop owner and eight big men fawning over Feng Jiakang, practically beaming with joy. Cheng Wuchun was about to be squeezed out of the encirclement, and she immediately understood what Tian Sanlang meant.
She chuckled softly, not moving closer, but asking gently and softly, "Honored guest, you have specified that our four children will escort you, is that right?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" Feng Jiakang replied impatiently. He was preoccupied with his ticket situation and trying to recall who had gotten close to him along the way, so he didn't care what the little girl was saying. But his words had absolute effect on the shop owner and the others, who dispersed with unpleasant expressions.
Cheng Shuang smiled at Cheng Wuchun, who gave her a thumbs-up, and walked straight behind the screen. She pinched her nose, seemingly rummaging through the chamber pot, but in reality, she took out Feng Jiakang's ticket with her other hand and glanced at it quickly.
The ticket and the convenience store receipt seem to be made of the same slippery material, and it also says 'City of the Abyss' on it, with the coordinate number F-CPD10.
The small red dots behind all converge on the central city area.
The little girl stared at CPD, then remembered the convenience store's number, and suddenly realized that the Gate of Reincarnation was terrible at naming things!
"Oh! Found it!" she said as she came out. Cheng Wuchun quickly went to greet her, snatched the ticket in his hand, glanced at it subconsciously, and then held it up with both hands in a fawning manner.
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