The appearance of the stone box had indeed given Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal a lot of inspiration. As for why the stone box had ended up in the hands of this group of Shadow Stream killers, after careful consideration, it wasn't hard to explain. After all, the stone ghost mask was something that opportunists who wanted to gain great power in a short period of time would scramble to get their hands on.
It wasn't just Mo Immortal Castle who was looking for it; the dark forces in these circles were also investigating it. This wasn't strange at all.
The truth was that with the annihilation of Shadow Stream's headquarters this time, an internationally renowned killer organization might never have a chance to rise again. This was also a wake-up call for those dark forces who had been lurking in the dark in Huaxiu nation. It was true that they had a guilty conscience. From the Shadow Stream incident, these dark forces could clearly sense that there was an expert in Huaxiu nation whom they couldn't reach or detect …
Even the Space Pagoda was unable to accurately detect the fluctuations of his Space Magic, this was really too strange.
After that, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal left with the mask box. From the very beginning, Wang Ling hadn't wanted to get involved in this matter, and it was best to leave it to Grenade-Throwing … Before he left, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal received a compliment from Grandfather Wang, who sincerely praised the broccoli he had grown.
Then, from the window on the second floor, Wang Ling saw this idiot scamper away with a face full of excitement, as if he had been awarded a little red flower by a kindergarten teacher …
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Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal left the villa and went to Midnight Dining Hall. Before midnight, the shabby little store that looked somewhat coquettish was still in its miserable state of being in a dilapidated and deserted state as usual. Boss Tan was still wiping the dishes inside. When he saw Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, he was dazed for a moment before he raised his eyes slightly. "Yo, you're here for noodles again?"
To be honest, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had always thought that Boss Tan's beef noodles were pretty average. But today, he had come with a question. Since he was already here, it didn't seem right to start asking questions without ordering something.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal pondered for a moment before asking, "Do you have any other dishes …"
"Mm … yes, I recently learned a new dish from my shifu: horsetail antler pine jelly soup. Are you interested? The ingredients are all imported from abroad, so it's a little expensive. But the taste is definitely better than the ones made by my master using domestic ingredients. "The boss thought for a while and replied.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was blank. "Uh, aren't horsetail antler and pine stinger domestic ingredients?"
Boss Tan spread his hands. "It used to be … but Australia applied ahead of time to make a soup made from these two ingredients as a cultural heritage, just as shameless as Nanhan. Everything belongs to other countries. "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Then give me one …"
Anyway, if it didn't taste good, he wouldn't pay!
"Tell me, why are you looking for me?" Boss Tan looked up at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.
Unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time. He had seen this pattern of ordering food and asking questions many times.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal didn't hide it anymore. With a flash of spirit light, that mask box appeared on the table with a "duang" sound. "Boss, have you seen this before?"
Boss Tan didn't say anything, and just lowered his head to concentrate on processing the ingredients in his hands. He cut the horsetail antler into small pieces and the transparent pine stinger into thin shreds. After washing them in a strainer, he poured them into a clay pot, added some spices, and covered it with a lid. After doing all this, Boss Tan raised his head and stared at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. "Mind if I smoke?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal shook his head, but secretly used spirit energy to control his nose hair and adjust it to filter mode. No one would have thought that this Great Death-Courting Senior didn't smoke. Furthermore, he had developed a small spell to control his nose hair himself, which could effectively prevent the harm of secondhand smoke …
Boss Tan took a drag on his cigarette. "To tell you the truth, this box was indeed made by a friend of mine."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes instantly lit up — this was very important information!
It was only recently that Boss Tan had started to care about the stone ghost mask. Although he had already chosen to retire, it was undeniable that the mask he and that little girl had made back then was causing a lot of instability in this world. Both the government and the light forces wanted to find the two masks and seal them, while the dark forces wanted to rely on the stone ghost mask to suddenly rise to prominence.
"It took a lot of effort to make this thing back then." Boss Tan sighed faintly. "But I'm very sorry to tell you that the maker of this stone box has already passed away."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's eyes darkened. He really wanted to ask how on earth this person had died, but he felt that it would be a little rude to do so. Also, it wouldn't be very polite.
He knew that this Boss Tan's identity definitely wasn't simple. That aura on him came and went. Most likely, this was also a great senior on a level that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal couldn't touch …
Of course, this was just speculation.
But Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was inexplicably confident in himself; his sixth sense had always been very accurate!
Boss Tan stared at the stone box for a long time. It was obvious that he didn't want to reveal the reason for his friend's passing. He was silent, but still gave Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal a warning. "I advise you to give up on tracking him down. If this goes on, it won't be good for you or that songwriting genius friend of yours. That's not something you can touch. "
Boss Tan touched the knife scar on the right side of his face. "Do you see this knife scar …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal frowned. "Boss, does this injury look like it was caused by a magic weapon?"
"It's easy to get started, but it's hard to get out. Sometimes, if you sink too deep into this muddy water, it's very hard to pull yourself out. " Boss Tan said, "I got this knife scar when I left the sect back then. At the time, the sect had just experienced a chaotic battle, and I got this knife scar during that chaotic battle …"
Speaking up to this point, Boss Tan felt a stabbing pain in his heart. "This is a wound caused by a holy weapon. Given my realm at the time, even if my body was healed, I wouldn't be able to heal this knife scar. I've looked for a lot of beauty agencies over the years, but they were all useless. Back then, this old man was also a sect beauty; there were so many sect beauties waiting for me, and I walked the path of an idol! I also relied on my face to make a living! "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "…"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Was this a knife wound?"
"Oh, that's not it."
Boss Tan shook his head like a rattle. "When I was running away from the sect, I accidentally tripped and fell. My face just happened to hit the knife blade on the ground … "
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