Infinite Puzzle City

Chapter 216 Empty Bowl
To be honest, Xiao Ran never thought that one day he, who had never practiced martial arts, would be able to master swordsmanship to an extraordinary level.

But the truth is so outrageous, this set of swordsmanship integrated the new drainage, Fang family swordsmanship, Bagua sword, nameless boxing, Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, Tiger Fist, and after many changes, it was repeatedly simplified by Xiao Ran, and finally only three moves and six styles were left.

This set of swordsmanship has no name, so Xiao Ran thought about it and named it after one of its killing moves, Thundering Sword Prison.

"This set of swordsmanship may not be perfect yet, but it is good enough for now."

"My knife skills are extraordinary, my suturing skills are extraordinary, and my extraordinary power can increase my strength by 10 points."

Xiao Ran calculated in his mind that the supernatural power increased strength by 10 points, the double D profession added 30 points of strength, and the overall increase of [Eight Treasures] increased strength by another 5 points.

Calculated in this way, the increase in strength he had obtained had reached 45 points, and he was only 5 points away from reaching the terrifying 50 points of strength.

The value of this power is extremely terrifying. According to the [Basic Manual for Beginners], every 10-point increase in the attribute value will produce a qualitative change. Once this number reaches 50 points, it will be able to form a terrifying crushing force.

In other words, even if the opponent's strength has reached 49 points, a difference of only 1 point will absolutely suppress his strength.

Although I only have 45 points now, don't forget that I still have the talisman in my hand.

As long as you want, you can force your strength to reach the 50-point mark at any time.

"I'm looking forward to it. I wonder which sucker will come and test the knife for me!"

Xiao Ran smiled, feeling a little proud in his heart: "Li Qijing, you didn't expect that, I might not follow your ideas even if you give me boxing skills."

Xiao Ran put away his sword, ate something, fed the big yellow cow some fresh vegetable leaves, fetched well water to take a cold shower, and when he saw that it was about time, he slowly walked towards the charity cemetery.

Xiao Ran walked very slowly along the way, and even squatted beside the field, watching a few naked children surfing in the canal, and saw a few young girls hiding in the reeds behind the river in the distance, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, taking towels to wipe and bathe, and the sound of their laughter and playfulness could be heard from afar.

I watched for half an hour before leaving.

When they arrived at the charity cemetery, Xiao Ran saw Zhao Qingming squatting under the shade of a tree outside from afar. When he saw Xiao Ran, before he could say anything, the door of the charity cemetery was opened and Grandma Zhao walked out with a dark face.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he turned around and snorted coldly: "Old man, only you can think of such a mean method!"

After saying that, he glanced at Zhao Qingming and said, "Let's go home!"

Zhao Qingming originally wanted to say a few words to Xiao Ran, but seeing this, he could only lower his head and follow behind.

"Take care, auntie!"

Xiao Ran immediately dodged to the side and called out politely.

Unfortunately, Grandma Zhao was very angry and ignored it. She walked away in two steps in a short while.

After watching the people walk away, Xiao Ran happily walked into the charity cemetery.

"Master, my aunt is gone, are you okay?"

"Half dead, right?" The old man was obviously tormented. He glared at Xiao Ran unhappily and said, "You little brat, are you here on time?"

"How dare I? I was so tired last night that I overslept."

Xiao Ran never said a word of truth, but fortunately the old man was too lazy to care and waved his hand to signal Xiao Ran to come to his side.

"Have you taken good care of the big yellow cow at home these days?"

"Well, I've taken care of it."

Xiao Ran didn't understand why the old man was always obsessed with the old cow at home and never asked whether he had enough food and clothes.

"That's good."

The old man pointed to an inconspicuous jar next to him and said, "Take this back and feed the big yellow cow everything in it tonight. Untie the rope and don't worry about the rest."

"okay!"

Xiao Ran nodded and wrote it down.

"Tomorrow night on the 15th, just follow Qingming and the others. Kill if you can. Hide if you encounter a ruthless person. If you encounter a big trouble, run to Beimang Mountain."

Xiao Ran's eyes lit up: "Master, are you planning to..."

The old man smiled and didn't explain anything.

"Then I'm going back."

Seeing that the old man had already agreed, Xiao Ran didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he was looking forward to what the old man had prepared this time. He picked up the jar of wine in the corner and prepared to go home.

"Zhenye!"

Before reaching the door, the old man turned around and called Xiao Ran, and Xiao Ran turned around and looked at the old man.

However, the old man just looked Xiao Ran up and down, waved his hand and signaled him to go.

As soon as Xiao Ran walked out of the gate of the charity cemetery, the old man turned around to look at his disciple's back, tears flashing in his turbid eyes.

"This is our final farewell, my child, please don't hate me when you are old..."

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After leaving the charity cemetery, Xiao Ran looked back again. He didn't know why he always felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

In the evening, Xiao Ran followed the old man's instructions and poured the jar of unknown stuff into the cow trough.

It was black and looked like soy sauce at first glance, with an indescribable smell that made Xiao Ran frown when he smelled it.

I looked up at the old yellow cow and thought, "Can this cow eat?"

However, after the old ox took a look, it actually buried its head and started eating with big mouthfuls. Xiao Ran stared at it with wide eyes and saw that the old ox was eating with relish, but its eyeballs were obviously turning red.

Soon, the hair on its body began to fall off, and a series of strange low humming sounds came out of its mouth. "Grandpa raised you for so many years, didn't he just do it for this day?"

Xiao Ran frowned, watching the old ox still eating, and quickly went through several techniques in the [Record of Corpses] in his mind, but there was no record of the current situation at all.

In less than ten minutes, the old ox's hair began to fall off, and it began to pace back and forth in the cowshed anxiously.

Seeing this, Xiao Ran immediately let go of the cowshed. After he opened the cowshed, the old ox immediately got up and ran out.

Judging from the direction, it should be heading towards the charity cemetery.

I just don’t know what will happen to this old ox next.

I wanted to follow him and see for myself, but then I changed my mind and gave up. My master had his own plans, and since he didn't want me to know, he must have his own reasons.

Tomorrow is the fifteenth day of the lunar month, and Xiao Ran is not sure if everything will turn out like in the mural, with rivers of blood. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

In fact, he was not the only one who was nervous. Whether it was Wuxiantang, or the local bosses such as Zhou, Yang, Zhao, Xie, Sun, Li, or even the old gangsters who heard the news and rushed over to fish in troubled waters, it would be strange if they said they were not nervous.

In short, many people did not sleep well that night.

Oh, except Wu Man.

At night, under the dim light in the room, Wu Man raised her head and looked at the mirror beside her.

The boy in the mirror looked a bit like a student, and at this moment Wu Man couldn't tell whether he was Wu Man or the boy named Hu Ying.

His condition is very strange.

The baby is still in the womb, and he is able to recover his memory, relying more on his professional skills as a "Chef of All Flavors", which allows him to peek into the other person's memory through the taste of the ingredients.

He unexpectedly woke up after tasting his own blood that day, but the layer of memory covering his head was not torn away.

This also leads to the fact that sometimes he himself cannot figure out who he really is.

Is it necessary to distinguish so clearly?

Whether it is to Wu Man or Hu Ying, they are all themselves, there is no need to make such a clear distinction.

What's more, at this moment he is enjoying Wu Man's strength and feeling his grandmother's love. This delicate balance is a dream that he carefully maintains and does not want to break.

"Hu Ying!!"

At this time, grandma's voice came from outside the door.

"Ugh!"

Wu Man stood up and opened the door, and quickly reached out to support the old lady's arm, complaining: "You too, it's so late, why are you here in the dark?"

"I was afraid you were hungry. If you didn't finish the steamed noodles I made for you at noon, I fried some for you. You can have it as a midnight snack if you're hungry at night."

Wu Man was startled when he heard this and looked at the dishes and chopsticks in the old lady's hands.

Inside was a bowl of black noodles with a sour smell. It was obvious that old vinegar had been poured on it. The noodles had clumped into a ball.

But Wu Man still took the noodles immediately, but when his palm touched the bowl and chopsticks, his eyelids trembled slightly.

"Eat quickly. When you're done, I'll go wash the dishes."

"Ugh."

Wu Man held the cold noodles, nodded, and started to eat with chopsticks.

The cold noodles were splashed with aged vinegar, and it seemed that a lot of salt and rapeseed oil were sprinkled in it. It was sticky, cold, sour and pungent, and salty and bitter.

It is something that is hard for any normal person to swallow, let alone a paranoid like Wu Man.

But at this moment, he didn't seem to be Wu Man, but Hu Ying.

The old lady sat on the bed beside him, her dim eyes squinting as she stared at Hu Ying carefully, looking at the child's eyebrows and cheeks. It wasn't pretty, but the more she looked at him, the more she liked him, and the more she looked at him, the more she couldn't bear to let him go...

"I haven't made steamed noodles for a long time. I don't know if I put sugar instead of salt today. I'll make it for you tomorrow."

"Okay, I like to eat anything that grandma makes."

As Wu Man spoke, he picked up a large piece of noodles and stuffed it into his mouth. Before he could swallow a mouthful of noodles, he asked incoherently, "Grandma, in the next life, can I still be your grandson?"

"You haven't even finished this life, and you're already talking about the next one."

The old lady raised her finger and poked Wu Man's head.

Wu Man said disapprovingly, "I haven't eaten enough in my life."

"Stop talking nonsense. Just live a good life. I don't ask for wealth or fame. As long as you don't do anything that goes against your conscience, I'll be satisfied."

The old lady stood up and took the empty bowl from Wu Man's hand: "Okay, go to bed early. If there is a next life, grandma won't cook for you. Grandma will eat the food you cook..."

"Then you are really pleased. I will definitely be a chef in my next life."

The old lady walked out with a smile, and turned her head just before she reached the door: "I think you can be a chef in this life."

"Of course, I will definitely be a great chef in my life, and the best chef in the world, the best... the best..."

Wu Man's eyes were red and swollen, and her body was shaking. She shouted hysterically toward the door, but it was terribly quiet outside. There was no response, no sound of footsteps,

When Wu Man opened the door again, he saw that the night outside was as quiet as death, with only an empty bowl left at the door...

(End of this chapter)