Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal looked askance at Dharmaraja out of the corner of his eye as he stared at the bed. "Dharmaraja, are you thinking of something disrespectful and wretched?"
"…" Lightning King.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "I advise you not to think too much about Ling Zhenren's bed. A few years ago, Ling Zhenren and I worked together to capture that ferocious Six-Fingered Zither Demon, and we lured him to Ling Zhenren's bedroom. Who would have thought that this fellow would actually be unable to resist the temptation of this bed and directly lay down on it. "
Six-fingered Zither Devil?
On the ground, the man from Immortal Mansion couldn't help sweating. This man's ferocity had been world-famous a few years ago, and the foreign media had even commented that he was a devil who was about to surpass Devil Emperor Gua Pi.
But in the end, the Six-fingered Zither Devil was captured for some unknown reason. Until now, he had been deprived of his spiritual power and was imprisoned in the Holy Prison. The specific details were not announced to the public.
Dharmaraja gulped. "And then?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed. "From now on, this Six-Fingered Zither Devil won't be able to see his own fingers …"
Lightning Dharmaraja: "Are you saying that this Zither Demon is unlucky?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal shook his head. "No, that's the literal meaning."
"…" Dharmaraja and the man from Immortal Mansion.
"The moment this Six-Fingered Zither Devil was lying on Ling Zhenren's bed, Lord Pillow Immortal cut off all of the six fingers he was so proud of." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: "Lord Pillow Immortal was also enlightened by Brother Ling, so if an outsider wants to lie on this bed, unless Ling Zhenren agrees, the outcome will be very tragic."
Fawang felt his back drenched in cold sweat and he abruptly took two steps back.
"Actually, you don't have to be so scared. If you accidentally rub against the bed, Lord Pillow Immortal won't do anything to you. "Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal smiled and waved his hand.
"Then may I ask, how did you do it, True Monarch?" Dharmaraja asked curiously.
"Secret."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal squinted and smiled.
A year's worth of crispy noodle snacks in exchange for a year's right to lie on the bed … Such a good deal, he definitely wouldn't tell anyone!
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The bedroom was silent, and the man from Immortal Mansion still had no intention of speaking. But Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had said before that he had already thought of a way.
Thus, only Dharmaraja was left anxiously. True Immortal liked to keep people guessing, and this personality had never changed since they first met.
After another quarter of an hour or so, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal finally got up from his paralyzed geyou position and looked out the window with a smile. "He's here …"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal then quickly got up, his white clothes fluttering as he walked. Considering that visitors would ring the doorbell and disturb the seniors in the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal quickly got up.
Therefore, he went downstairs and stood guard at the entrance of the Wang family's small villa.
A moment later, an uncle who looked to be in his early forties walked over from afar with a takeaway bag. It was still the same deep eye socket, the same long scar that extended from his right eye all the way down to his neck.
"Yo, hello, Boss Tan." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal greeted him from a distance.
When Boss Tan saw the person who had ordered the takeout, the corners of his mouth straightaway twitched. "Why are you here?"
Eight hundred li takeaway, and the noodles were burnt … if it hadn't been for ten bowls of noodles in one go, he wouldn't have come!
Boss Tan put the bag in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's hands. "Here, your ten big bowls of laotan pickled cabbage beef noodles."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took the bag, his bright smile still on his face. "Boss, why is Midnight Dining Hall delivering takeout at this hour?"
"Business isn't good." Boss Tan spread his hands and said, "It's true that the restaurant opens at night, but we have to make good use of the time during the day. I think it's a good idea to deliver takeout."
"Oh."
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal nodded. "Actually, there's something else I wanted you to personally deliver the takeout this time."
Boss Tan immediately chuckled. In fact, the moment he saw Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, he had already had a premonition.
"Tell me, what's up?"
Boss Tan sighed and asked, "The hawthorn seeds I gave you last time didn't grow anything?"
That shouldn't be the case, he had sent the real thing back then … and the story was also true.
If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to say goodbye to the past for good and start a new life, plus it just so happened that someone wanted to investigate the identity of the maker of the stone ghost mask, Boss Tan felt that he wouldn't have handed over the seeds so easily.
"No, it's not about the seeds." Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal shook his head with a smile and moved sideways to make way for the door. "Boss Tan, please come with me to take a look."
Boss Tan stared at the door with a hesitant expression.
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To be honest, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had still doubted his speculation until he had seen Boss Tan. But now that he had seen Boss Tan with his own eyes, he could confirm that Boss Tan's spirit energy attribute was indeed very similar to that of the man from Immortal Mansion inside.
In addition, Boss Tan had personally advised him to stay away from Immortal Mansion when he had come to the restaurant for noodles before. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had reason to believe that the man from Immortal Mansion inside might be related to Boss Tan.
Boss Tan was very sharp, and seemed to have already sensed something. Although he was downstairs, his eyes were fixed on Wang Ling's bedroom on the second floor.
The afternoon light shone on Boss Tan's knife scar, which looked like it had a story behind it.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal remembered that Boss Tan had said it was because he had accidentally tripped during the chaotic battle when he had fled the sect and happened to bump into a holy weapon that was still in operation. This story sounded a little strange and dramatic, but the point was that it was very, very mysterious.
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had always felt that the story behind this knife scar might not be as simple as it sounded.
Boss Tan gazed upstairs with a bottomless gaze.
All these years, he had been running away from his past.
Sure enough, he couldn't escape what was coming …
After hesitating for a while, he waved his hand and looked at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal. "Lead the way."
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When they entered the villa, Grandfather Wang and Mother Wang were still washing the dishes in the kitchen. Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal went in to greet them and said that he had brought a friend to participate in the interrogation. The old man was a pretty easygoing person, and didn't ask too many questions before directly agreeing.
Standing outside the kitchen, Boss Tan was very surprised when he saw Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's humble attitude as he asked questions and bowed. He didn't know why, but he felt like he was being surrounded by big shots …
After that, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal led Boss Tan upstairs.
At the bedroom door, Boss Tan raised his eyebrows with his hands clasped behind his back. "Is this the place?"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal made a sound of agreement. "We caught someone from Immortal Mansion. Boss Tan, do you recognize him?"
Boss Tan nodded silently.
As soon as they entered, the sturdy Immortal Mansion man on the ground floor sensed something. He raised his head a little fearfully, and happened to bump into Boss Tan's knife scar face.
The two of them stared at each other in silence.
After a moment, the Immortal Mansion man turned pale with fright, and was actually so scared that he directly shrank into a corner. "Brother … why are you here?"
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