Chapter 645
Chapter 645
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 645
>Chapter Title: Good Person
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“Ah~ so it’s Brother Li! Of course I know him. Back in the day, every New Year and festival, his dad would bring him over to our place to visit.”
Hearing this, Yang Kid was completely dumbfounded. Did this guy actually know Senior Brother Li or not?
If he didn’t know him, why was he speaking so definitively? But if he did, Senior Brother Li didn’t seem like the type who enjoyed dropping by for visits.
Just as Yang Kid was still struggling to process it, the man grew even more enthusiastic. “Come on, come on. I must’ve scared our little junior brother earlier. Just a small token—hope you won’t mind.”
A heavy gold brick slid out from the man’s sleeve and thudded into Yang Kid’s hand.
The bloodstained gold brick was incredibly heavy, making his hand ache from the impact.
“Junior brother, I guessed right away that you must be connected to our Senior Brother Li. See? I even brought your carriage over. Take a look—isn’t this your ride?”
After saying that, he had his distant companions pull the carriage over. Not only did he help Zhao Xiumei and the three monkey kids into the carriage, but he even thoughtfully straightened the slightly crooked white headscarf on one of the monkey kids’ heads.
Yang Kid’s lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to ask whether the man truly knew Senior Brother Li. It didn’t quite feel like it.
In the end, though, he wisely kept his mouth shut. Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, since the man was letting them go, he’d just pretend they did. Better to get out of there fast.
“Th-thank you so much.”
“Heh heh heh~ No need, no need. Safe travels, junior brother. I’ve got duties to attend to, so I won’t see you off. When you see Senior Brother Li, remember to give him my regards.”
Once he watched the carriage gradually vanish into the night, the fat man’s smile collapsed, and the icy snake pupils reemerged in his eyes.
“Snake Lord, you’re not actually buying what they said, are you?” A man dressed in short attire, with fish-scale tattoos around his neck, stood there with arms crossed and asked.
“Why wouldn’t I? The kid seemed genuine enough. And I have heard of some troublesome fellow who wears a red Daoist robe. Though I think his name was Er Jiu or something.”
“Seemed genuine, so it must be true? Couldn’t it be fake? Couldn’t it be the Sitting Oblivion Dao trying to trick you?”
“The Sitting Oblivion Dao is long gone, wiped out to the last man. Where would they even come from? Besides, what do you gain from killing him? If it turns out to be fake, you’ve just let a few Dharma cult followers escape.”
“On the other hand, if you spare him and he’s real, you’ve earned major favor. Why not do something with only upsides and no downsides?”
The man beside him showed a look of understanding. “The Snake Lord has lived over two centuries for a reason—thorough as always, not willing to take even the slightest risk.”
The Snake Lord paid no mind to his companion’s words. “Let’s go. We took down four Dharma cult followers this time—quite the haul. Ever since those rats went into hiding, they’ve been harder and harder to track.”
“No idea why these folks come to such remote backwaters to preach. Makes them a real pain to find.” The man with the wu hook stretched lazily.
As they chatted, they suddenly spotted a companion rushing over clutching a scroll of paper, his expression tense.
“Move it! The Supervisor sent word—everyone in all of Hedong Circuit is to converge! The Dharma cult is making a big move!”
Under the moonlight, Yang Kid slowly drove the carriage forward. White vapor puffed from his mouth as he stared blankly at the road ahead.
He had no idea how long he’d been in this state. Everything that had happened before was too sudden, too overwhelming to process. His mind was buzzing chaotically now.
A good while later, the still-shaken Zhao Xiumei picked up a towel and leaned over beside Yang Kid, gently wiping the dried sweat from his forehead.
She glanced at the three monkey kids sleeping in the carriage shed, hugging a bag of pot helmets, and asked hesitantly, “Head of the house, do you think... that old lady got killed by them?”
Yang Kid shook his head mechanically. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“Those people are truly hateful. The old lady was such a good person.”
“A good person, huh?”
After wiping away the sweat, Zhao Xiumei sat quietly for a while before speaking again. “So, which side do you think are the good guys, and which are the bad ones?”
Yang Kid fell silent for a long time before slowly replying, “I didn’t read much. I don’t know.”
Zhao Xiumei carefully folded the towel in her hands. “I just feel like that old lady wasn’t a bad person. And you could tell she really liked the little ones—from the heart. I wouldn’t be wrong about that.”
“Maybe no one thinks they’re the bad guys. They probably all see themselves as the good ones.” Yang Kid’s expression was complicated as he turned to look at Zhao Xiumei’s profile.
If this incident taught him anything, it was that he’d nearly gotten his wife killed. He didn’t yet have the strength to protect her.
Back in Oxheart Village, he’d thought things were simpler than they were. He needed to step it up.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, the sun pierced through the morning mist, and the dim scenery in the distance gradually brightened.
“Head of the house, quick, look—we’re back in Qingqiu.”
Yang Kid looked where she pointed, seeing stretches of grassland before him. “Why’s Qingqiu’s grass all turned yellow?”
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Dressed in his red robe, Li Huowang paced back and forth by a pond, under Li Sui’s watchful gaze, as if waiting for something.
He occasionally gnashed his teeth and bit the back of his hand, his expression anxious.
He waited a full two hours. Just as Li Huowang’s patience was nearly spent, he saw his own reflection in the pond turn around and look at him.
Somewhat irritably, Li Huowang said, “Yi Donglai, you finally show up.”
“I have my own matters to attend to. I’m your future, not your nanny.” Ji Zai replied.
“Enough with that. Time’s short—long story short. I don’t care if you know what’s happened or not. I need your help right now!” Li Huowang planted his feet, brows furrowed as he stared at him.
“Help you? Why?”
“Don’t tell me you, a Sighting, don’t know that the entire Siqi is under Dharma cult control!”
“I don’t.” Ji Zai said candidly.
“Say that again—say you don’t know! Siqi! The whole country’s been taken over by the Dharma cult! Yu’er God’s influence has spread this far, and you claim you don’t know?!”
“You know I rule over bewilderment. If you’re bewildered, I’m even more so. This situation is understandable.”
“Fuck!” Li Huowang rarely cursed.