Chapter 141 Mr. Huang
Yin Xiu's eyes flashed, and the darkness that had previously blinded her hands disappeared.
He turned his neck and looked around and found that he was sitting in an antique house.
The smell of sandalwood mixed with incense, and the faint musty smell unique to wooden buildings filled Yin Xiu's nose.
"Taoist Priest, please let me call you little friend. It's more comfortable this way."
The speaker was an old man with a gray beard. He was sitting at a round table with Yin Xiu at the moment, wearing a gorgeous ancient costume and smiling kindly.
"The old and humble name is not worth mentioning, but residents from ten miles and eight villages nearby call me Mr. Huang."
His voice seemed different from that of the weasel before. It was as gentle as jade and full of energy.
Mr. Huang waved, and two young men with white powder on their faces came in from outside, each holding a plate containing wine pots, cups and various meals.
After putting the plate down, Mr. Huang took the wine bottle, poured a glass into the cup, and handed it to Yin Xiu.
"I brought these two bottles of wine with me when I left Daxinganling. There were originally more than these two bottles, but I have met more old friends in the past few years, and the wine has become less and less without realizing it."
Old friend?
Yin Xiu didn't speak or refuse. She took the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
When you exhale again, your mouth, nose and throat will be filled with the refreshing aroma. This is authentic Lao Baigan.
Seeing that Yin Xiu did not refuse, Mr. Huang seemed very happy and happily poured him a glass.
"The rule here is that after we have had three rounds of wine and five dishes, we can talk about things slowly. Although the wine here is light, the dishes served here are all serious dishes to go with the wine. I hope you don't dislike it."
Then another waiter brought a roast chicken, and the dining table was filled with peanuts, cucumber strips, pickled elbows, sausages, ham, sauerkraut...all kinds of large and small plates.
Mr. Huang's eyes never moved away from the roasted chicken. After asking Yin Xiu to be polite, he stretched out his hand and twisted off a roasted chicken leg.
Regardless of whether the chicken was scalding hot or whether the sleeves were stained with oil, he picked it up and put it in his mouth. He inhaled from the heat and drooled.
Yin Xiu was still silent. Since the other party said he wanted to drink and eat food first, he didn't ask any more questions. He just drank slowly and unscrewed the chicken leg on the other side.
After a while, Mr. Huang finally put down the chicken skeleton in his hand with satisfaction and burped.
"My little friend, you must already know the identity of the Fourth Master Jin that everyone calls him, right?"
Yin Xiu turned the wine glass in her hand and finally spoke.
"I didn't know it before, but I should know it now. No wonder people say that Mr. Jin Si's hands and eyes are very good in Kowloon Walled City. He knows exactly whether others use their right or left hands to go to the toilet."
Mr. Huang smiled and said, "It's not that exaggerated. The juniors under me don't have the hobby of peeking at people going to the toilet."
The words were polite, but Mr. Huang did not deny it.
It is precisely because of the existence of those weasels, which are not much bigger than mice, and because they run around, wander, and burrow into various places in the walled city, Fourth Master Jin can know all kinds of news, and Others also inadvertently exposed various secrets to him.
From Mr. Huang, whose whole body was covered in metal, to the lair discovered under the ring, a big weasel and countless little weasels.
Being able to allow these creatures to live under the ring, Yin Xiu naturally knew exactly what kind of "person" Mr. Jin was.
Mr. Huang wiped his greasy hands on his equally greasy sleeves, "It's not easy for Si'er either. Compared to an old guy like me who is just getting along, he has to struggle and get famous, and in the end he brings trouble to himself."< br>
Yin Xiu raised her eyes and said calmly: "My target is not him. I only want Feng Shui Corpse, not his life." "I'm not talking about you either."
Mr. Huang sighed, "That Feng Shui master is not a good person at first glance. How do you think he is blind?"
"You mean divine punishment, right?"
According to Liu Banxian and Taoist Afa, the Tiekou Li from many years ago did not have the characteristic of being blind.
Did he become sinister after becoming blind, or was he too sinister and was punished by God? Since he is blind, no one else can know.
Mr. Huang did not say anything more about this matter, but continued: "I have no complaints about that Feng Shui master. Everyone just gets what they need."
"It's just that Si'er made a mistake. After he contracted liver cancer, his brain was not very bright. He thought that the man just wanted money. Unexpectedly, he was actually crossed a bridge and made a wedding dress for others."
He rolled his eyes, and his cloudy eyeballs were filled with mist, "As a blind man, what can he do with so much money? Besides, for a blind man, too much money is a disaster, isn't it?"
Yin Xiu nodded, "Just like the destiny of Shaoyang and Taiyin, ordinary people with this destiny will only bring disaster."
Mr. Huang was a little surprised, "You also know about this?"
Yin Xiu scratched his head, "Well, I only found out tonight. Two friends told me that this was Tiekou Li's original plan, but unfortunately it was messed up. Now it won't be possible even if only one or two people die."
Mr. Huang glanced at him and said, "If you really want to exchange one life for the lives of so many people, will you do it?"
Yin Xiu shook his head, "I didn't take the wrong medicine. And why should I keep changing? If anyone wants my life, why don't I just go and beat that person to death?"
Mr. Huang raised his head and laughed, his goat-like beard trembling.
After a while, he stopped, looked at Yin Xiu, and said solemnly: "My friend, you are an interesting person, but you are also a person who lies without blinking an eye."
Yin Xiu tilted her head, "For example?"
"Your destiny is not the so-called Taiyang Shaoyin at all. Both Si'er and that Feng Shui master got it wrong."
Yin Xiu smiled, her eyes glowing coldly.
"What does it matter? This is the second time I have been misunderstood. Since others think it is, then I am fine. Whoever wants to take this head off depends on who has the ability."
"You are living a clear life. Come on, I will give you another drink!"
The two cups touched each other in their hands, and after drinking, they each took a deep breath, feeling very comfortable.
"Since you see it more clearly than Mr. Jin, why don't you tell him? Do you have a grudge against him for letting him be deceived like this?"
Mr. Huang touched his knees and sighed: "You call Si'er an old ghost. In fact, I am the real old ghost. My rust has grown into my bones! What he does and what he thinks, of course we are sitting at the table now. I know I was wrong, but at that time, why would I have doubted him?”
Mr. Huang looked out the window. This world he created with his magic power, with the bright moon hanging high and the sea of stars shining brightly, was more beautiful and brighter than the night sky anywhere, but it was fake.
"I haven't [take action] for many years. I have long since lost the ability to know the past and the future in the blink of an eye."
Yin Xiu didn't answer, but she vaguely felt his sadness. Mr. Huang was already a dying yellow fairy.
(End of chapter)