False evidence

Chapter 398 The Sitting Grand Duke
As the ashes disappeared, the old man stared blankly for a while, then suddenly grinned and let out a strange laugh.

Hey old man, can you stop laughing like that? It's giving me the creeps.

"What a coincidence! What a coincidence!"

The old man repeated himself twice, looking at me with a strange expression: "I originally wanted to set up a fake job to get by, but I didn't expect you to really be the boss. Tenth Master, if I had known it was you, why would I have stayed in this remote mountain village for so many years?"

I poured wine into both cups and said:
"Sir, I think you should tell me some things clearly. Is it really meaningful to keep playing these riddles?"

Grandpa picked up his wine cup and clinked it against mine, saying:

"I've said everything I needed to say. It's just that the boss is gone, and I have to find a new one. If I can't find one, I'll just set up a fake one myself. Little did I know that all these years, the real boss has been right under my nose, and I've even been taking care of his needs!"

I said, "Sir, you still haven't explained clearly what the Drywood Hall is for. But I admire your creativity; since you couldn't find anyone, you just made one yourself..."

Grandpa said, "So what? If I can't find it, I can't leave it empty forever, can I? If I can't find it in my whole life, am I really going to die far from home? Besides, I was planning to tell them that I think you're like the boss. Whether it's true or not, it depends on whether they accept it or not."

"I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Given how mysterious the Drywood Hall is, it's unlikely to be easily fooled.

"Hehe, kid, I'm just telling the truth. Have you ever wondered why I named you Sanqi?"

Grandpa took a sip of wine. "Sanqi is a medicinal herb, but how many is three and seven combined?"

I nodded: "I understand. You're playing a riddle, making things ambiguous. What others think is what it is. You don't take credit for me being real, and you don't say I'm fake either, since you never said I was real."

"Well, that's the truth."

Grandpa picked up his pipe, and I quickly gathered the tobacco for him and lit it for him.

The old man took two puffs of his cigarette, squinted, and chuckled again.
"Don't worry about the Kumu Hall matter for now. Even if I explained it to you clearly, you might not fully understand. I just feel that this matter is getting more and more interesting. Hey, kid, think about it for me. You are the real Tenth Master, the owner of Kumu Hall. How come that old bastard Chen San said that the owner has already gone back?"

I downed my drink in one gulp, stood up, and said, "I can't explain this to you. You keep eating and drinking, I'll bring you some water to wash your feet."

"Hey, boss, I can't take that responsibility. Okay, make sure to add some hot food."

After serving the old man his foot bath, he had already eaten and drunk his fill. Slipping on his slippers, he walked into the house, mumbling as he spoke:

"I was overthinking it. To be honest, that bunch of guys are all arrogant and think they're smarter than monkeys. But they don't seem to realize that if they're so smart, how come you, Tenth Master, are the boss? Hehe, now I understand. Before you left last time, you had already arranged a lot of things..."

Seeing the old man swaying unsteadily, I couldn't help but smile.

When I actually talk to my husband about serious matters, we almost never fully understand each other. But as time went on, this actually became a kind of fun between us.

When it comes to being serious with others, you can't be ambiguous. But with your grandpa, it's just for fun. He's your own old man, so just play along and let him be a little carefree.

The next day, Zhai Yutian called me and said that the hospital had just sent in a body, and the contact person on the form was my name.

I grabbed my backpack and was about to leave when Fang Ling came over and asked me, "Are you going to see Jiang Baohan?"

I grinned and said, "Damn it, can you please stop cursing me first thing in the morning? Jiang Baohan is already dead."

Seeing that Fang Ling was looking at me without saying anything, I had no choice but to say, "He asked me to handle his funeral arrangements."

Fang Ling immediately said, "I'll go with you." "Okay!"

I agreed without hesitation.

I was disgusted by the idea of ​​helping Jiang Baohan with his funeral arrangements. We were not related, there was no benefit to it, and he was such a wicked person.

Fang Ling's other identity is now Tong Jiawen. Although she was harmed badly by Jiang Baohan, she is still related to Jiang Baohan.

I would not object if she were present, or if she disregarded past grievances and buried Jiang Baohan; or if she acted against Jiang Baohan out of old hatred, even if it was not so 'moral'.

The two went out and first arrived at Xiao Shen's shop.

Once inside, there was no one in the outer shop, but a shouting and cursing came from the courtyard.

Fang Ling and I exchanged a glance, then walked to the back door, where we saw Xiao Shen San jumping up and down in the yard, cursing loudly.

Looking in the direction he was pointing and cursing, I saw a person sitting on the roof with his back to the ground, next to the chimney, head down, doing nothing.

"Third Master, who are you with so early in the morning?"

Shen San turned his head and immediately darted to my side, grabbing me and saying anxiously, his face flushed:
"You've finally shown yourself! Hurry up and take this Great Sage back. If he keeps causing trouble here, I can't live like this anymore!"

"who is he?"

Lu Zelin is still in Guangxi, and I really can't figure out who this person sitting on the roof is.

From behind, he looked like a withered old man, and what he was wearing looked like a shroud for the dead!
Before Xiao Shen could answer me, the person on the roof seemed to have heard the noise and turned their face around.

When I saw the bright red hairy face, I was startled at first, but after I came to my senses, I couldn't help but laugh.

This isn't a person at all; it's a monkey dressed in a funeral shroud!

I waved to that seemingly respectable beast in human clothing, and it immediately leaped down, landing on my shoulder and waving the half-eaten corn in front of my eyes.

I thought it wanted to share with me, but before I could politely decline, the monkey bared its teeth at me, withdrew its paw, and went back to gnawing on the old corn.

Although I am a veterinarian, I am still face blind when it comes to macaques, which I don't often encounter. I held the macaque with one hand, pulled open its burial clothes, and only when I saw its black buttocks did I recognize it as Er Gou Dan.

I pulled up the monkey's pants, looked around, and asked Shen San, "Where did Shufen go?"

Xiao Shen rolled his eyes and said, "The female one is easy to take care of. She goes off to the hill across the cemetery after she's full every day and only comes back when she's hungry. But this one is a real handful!"

Last time I went to Nanjing, at An Xin's hotel, with the help of the two monkeys, I not only obtained "The Treasures of the Earth and the Wonders of Clouds and Things", but also received the Five Grains of the Spirit, which indirectly helped extend the life of the preserved egg.

After parting ways with Liu Hong, I asked Lu Zelin to bring the two monkeys back.

I tugged at Er Gou Dan's red burial shroud and asked Xiao Shen San:
"If you insist on dressing it up, can't you dress it in something normal? This 'sitting-on-the-ground' monkey is the most intelligent of all macaques. If you dress it in this dead man's clothes, of course it will make a fuss."

Xiao Shen stamped his foot and said, "Don't talk nonsense! I'm so old, how could I do something so absurd? I was originally thinking of training these two beasts properly. But damn it, the female is out partying all day, and the male is always at home trying to compete with me! This morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I found him rummaging through the shelves, not only changing his clothes himself, but also climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles to challenge me!"

(End of this chapter)