"It's okay." Cao Shi looked out the window: "Everyone who eats this bowl of rice is the same. Master Ba also survived in the same way back then. The evil in Fatai Temple is just hearsay. You can only believe half of Xue Longtou's words. You

Don’t worry, this trip to Guilin is indispensable.”

Three days later, Cao Shi quietly set out from Jiangbei with his people and rushed to Fatai Temple, the hometown of Xixia. I stayed at home with the old man to plant flowers and raise birds, and I was so idle that I became moldy. I tried to pry his mouth open several times, but I was scolded.

I came back, very helpless.

This operation lasted for a long time. I could tell that the old man was very anxious. Although he didn't say it clearly, he would be distracted from time to time. A month after Cao Shi and the others set off, there was still no news, and the old man's mood

It seems to be getting worse and worse. He often loses his temper and throws things and hits people with his walking stick just for the slightest mistake made by his subordinates. I serve him every day and receive the most scoldings, which is unspeakable misery.

Late one night in mid-August, I washed the old man's feet and was just about to put him to bed when a waiter who worked in the front yard hurried over to report that Cao Shi was back.

"Where is he?" the old man immediately asked eagerly.

"It's just in the front yard, but..." The guy's expression became a little complicated. He looked up at the old man and said hesitantly: "They... they..."

The old man grabbed the walking stick next to him and tried to hit the person again: "Speak the fuck! What's going on!"
Chapter completed!