False evidence

Chapter 63 Immortal Being (Part 2)
I muttered instinctively, "How is this possible..."

Bai Jing grinned mischievously and suddenly reached out and honked the car horn twice.

There was someone walking slowly ahead with their hands behind their back. Upon hearing the sound, they didn't turn around, but instead took a step to the side, not only slowing down noticeably but also blocking the already narrow dirt road.

"Hahaha……"

Bai Jing laughed out loud and mischievously honked the horn repeatedly.

The man didn't turn around, but stopped abruptly, put his hands behind his back, and swung one foot on tiptoe.

I had no choice but to stop the car, look at the other person's back, turn to Bai Jing, and adopt a posture of waiting to watch the show.

Bai Jing seemed like a different person; she was no longer the aloof and beautiful lawyer, but a naughty and mischievous child who kept honking the horn.

The man finally lost his patience, stretched out his arms, and actually walked backwards.

Realizing the other party's intentions, I was startled and quickly pushed Bai Jing's hand away, put the car in reverse, and stepped on the gas.

The car lurched backward, and the man plopped down on it.

If I hadn't reversed, the other person would definitely have been sitting on the hood of the car. Luckily, I reversed in time, and the other person's 'malicious' move failed, and they landed on their butt on the ground.

Bai Jing laughed heartily.

While I was both amused and exasperated, a fine layer of sweat broke out on my forehead.

Meng Chao wasn't bragging to me when we were at the noodle shop.

I did learn some martial arts from my grandfather when I was a child. I was rather lazy, but I couldn't resist the old man's domineering nature. He used a rattan cane to whip me and I developed some basic skills.

That's why I felt my heart pound with fear when I saw the person in front of me making that move.

If an ordinary person were shaken like that, they would definitely fall flat on their back.

However, when the person sat down, his legs were bent at more than ninety degrees, and he paused noticeably.

Then, like in slow motion in a movie, he slowly sat down on the ground.

I can practically picture him saying, "Ah...ah...ah...ah...oh my god..."

I wiped my forehead and looked at Bai Jing in shock.

"Ha, I told you, once you see him, you'll definitely feel that the trip was worthwhile."

Bai Jing smiled, rolled down the car window, and leaned out:
"Old man! Stop pretending! The driver is penniless, you won't get anything out of him!"

"What a waste of emotion!" the man said angrily, and slowly stood up.

The sweat I had just wiped away came back up again.

When he stood up, he didn't use his hands to support himself at all; he only slightly bent one leg, and his body seemed to be lifted up by an invisible force.

I gasped: "A master!"

"Absolutely!" Bai Jing shouted out the window again, "Ancestor, get in the car! I'll give you a ride!"

I shuddered violently: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The man finally turned his head and glanced back sideways. "Little girl, you're just making fun of this old man! This beat-up car is like a turtle shell; if I sat in it, it would fall apart!"

After saying that, he suddenly swung his arms and ran forward as fast as he could.

As I watched his figure disappear into the distance, I realized what was happening and quickly covered my ears with both hands.

This person's voice is incredibly loud.

Bai Jing shouted. He spoke in a normal tone, but after just two sentences, my ears were ringing.

I was stunned for a while before I suddenly asked Bai Jing, "Is Chen Zudao still alive?"

Did I say he was dead?

Bai Jing winked at me, "What are you standing there for? Drive!"

We drove straight along the country dirt road until we finally came across a house. Bai Jing and I got out of the car and walked into the courtyard. I was stunned again.

From the outside, the house looks like an ordinary farmhouse, but inside the courtyard, hundreds of flowers bloom in vibrant colors, filling the air with their intoxicating fragrance.

"Little girl, come in quickly! Grandpa has something good for you!" Chen Zudao waved and smiled from inside the main room.

He was originally facing Bai Jing, but when he turned to me, he seemed to pause for a moment, and the movement of his hands also stopped.

Bai Jing suddenly leaned close to my ear and whispered quickly:

"In a moment, I'll speak, and you'll listen."

I nodded absentmindedly.

The furnishings in the main room were similar to those in my hometown in the countryside. But for some reason, as soon as I entered the room, I had a strange feeling that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

After a brief moment of surprise, Chen Zudao regained his composure and continued pouring the red liquid from a plastic bucket into two stemmed glasses.

He smiled and waved to Bai Jing again: "Come on, try the wine I made myself!"

Bai Jing seemed to be delighted by the smell of wine, and she eagerly picked up a cup. After taking only one sip, her brows furrowed slightly.

Taking this opportunity, I carefully examined Chen Zudao.

In the 'story' Bai Jing told not long ago, on that train, the immortal Chen Zudao was only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. He had a square face and large ears, wore a long robe, and was tall and broad-shouldered, as majestic as a god.

At that point, it seemed to me that her statement that Chen Zudao was nearly two meters tall was true.

However, the old man in front of him was bald. A sparse ring of white hair around his bald head confirmed his age, but it also made his old face, which had few wrinkles, appear rounder and larger.

The old man was wearing baggy shorts, and his white tank top, which should have been loose, was stretched taut by his thick frame and large belly. His blue slippers, seemingly unable to bear his weight, were askew on either side.

When Bai Jing told me about it, I imagined Chen Zudao to be a dark-skinned, burly man. However, apart from his rosy, round face, the rest of his exposed skin was whiter than that of most men.

The reason his wrinkles weren't very noticeable was simply because—he was too fat.

His upper arms were thicker than the average person's thighs, and the width from his chest to his back was more than a foot and a half...

I estimate he must weigh at least three or four hundred pounds.

That's why I was in a hurry to reverse when he tried to sit on the hood of my car.

I'm genuinely afraid he'll sit on it and flatten the hood, and the front tires will burst.

Seeing Bai Jing drinking again, Chen Zudao glanced at me and pointed to another stemmed glass on the octagonal table:

"Try it! I grew the grapes myself and made the wine myself; I put a lot of effort into it!"

I shook my head firmly.

Bai Jing explained for me, "Grandpa, he has to drive later, so he can't drink."

Chen Zudao gave a disgruntled snort, his gaze towards me filled with even more disdain.

I still don't know why, but I not only felt that the room was strangely odd, but I also couldn't stand the way the fat old man looked at me.

Feeling irritated by his sidelong glance, I blurted out:
"Your wine is completely spoiled; you can tell it tastes awful just by smelling it!"

Chen Zudao glared at him: "Kid, are you going to use your red lips and white teeth to spout nonsense?"

I became even more enraged and retaliated with an eye for an eye: "You drink it yourself! If you can finish this glass of wine, I'll drink the whole barrel!"

Chen Zudao became even more annoyed and grabbed the cup.

The wine glass was already quite large, but when he held it in his hand, it felt like he was holding a slightly larger wine cup.

Although I was still glaring at him, I was already starting to feel uneasy.

This old guy, could he really drink it?

(End of this chapter)