Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 43 Why is such an important person here?

Just as Han Siping was about to drink his tea after his wound was bandaged, a sharp pain shot through his wrist as soon as the tea entered his mouth.

The tea that had just been poured was spilled again.

Han Siping looked down at his wrist again.

This time, his expression was no longer as calm and composed as before.

He had a bead that was connected to Liang Kang's life; if Liang Kang was unharmed, the bead would be unharmed as well.

Now, the bead is broken.

Liang Kang is dead!

Who killed him?

He clearly had his own fiery steed, which seemed to travel at lightning speed when he rode it, and its acceleration was extremely fast.

An ordinary person couldn't even see the speed of that BMW, so how could it still be killed?!

Could it be...

Pointing star expert?

How could a master of star-pointing techniques possibly appear in a small place like Sanxing?
Han Siping's thoughts were completely jumbled.

Just as I was feeling troubled, there was a sudden knock on the door.

A subordinate squeezed in at the head:

"Han Siping."

"What is it?" Han Siping was clearly in a bad mood. "If you come to me for no reason, I'll have to punish you."

"No, no, it's not me who's looking for you, it's the governor."

"Prefect? ​​I'm usually out working, why are you looking for me today?" Han Siping frowned.

The subordinate whispered:
"The governor said...a great man has come here."

"A big shot?" Han Siping was a little confused.

Although Han Bai was far from the capital, his status as governor remained the same.

For a governor to call someone a "big shot," what rank must that official be?

……

When Han Siping arrived at the governor's residence, the entire place was quiet.

The minor official at the gate dared not speak, but simply stood there holding a stick.

Han Siping cupped his hands in greeting:
"Please inform the governor..."

The minor official waved his hands repeatedly, not daring to utter a single word, but simply pointing inside.

Han Siping couldn't understand it, but he was sure the people from the governor's mansion were right, so he simply shut his mouth and walked towards the reception hall based on his memory.

When he stepped into the reception room, it was still silent.

Apart from the sounds of someone drinking tea and rocking in a reclining chair, there was no other sound.

Looking around the room, the governor and his officials were sitting on the left, while three unfamiliar young men were sitting on the right. In the middle was a rocking chair with an old man lying on it.

The old man wore dirty clothes underneath a splendid-looking overcoat. He was the only one carrying a cup of tea, and all the sounds in the hall came from him.

Han Siping did not recognize the old man.

But when he glanced at the governor, he noticed that the governor's face was swollen with large lumps, as if he had been slapped.

Who could have drawn that?

That's really hard to guess!
No one around dared to speak, and Han Siping didn't dare to speak either, for who knows if he would get slapped if he opened his mouth.

But if you don't bow to this "important person" and just sit down, you'll definitely get slapped.

Having no other choice, Han Siping pondered for a long time before finally kneeling down.

I'm kneeling before you, surely that's right?

His kneeling made the old man laugh:
"Hey, this kid's interesting."

The old man pointed at Han Siping and laughed, and the governor could only chuckle awkwardly, not daring to laugh out loud.

"Alright, speak up. You failed to discipline me properly, so I slapped you twice. You deserved it. If I don't let you speak, I'm afraid you'll suffocate yourself."

The old man waved his hand, and only after receiving permission did the governor bow and say, "You are right. I have failed to govern this place well. Someone has offended you, and I will certainly strengthen management."

Han Siping, who was kneeling below, finally understood.

It seems that when this important figure arrived, he was offended by a few ignorant fools. This important figure's status is so high that even the governor of a city has to kneel on the ground like a dog. He was displeased by the puppies raised by these dogs, so naturally he had to beat the dogs. "This matter is not for you. You are all useless. I don't trust useless people. My subordinates are not useless. Let my subordinates handle it."

The old man glanced at Han Siping, as if to say he was a good-for-nothing.

Han Siping could only manage a dry laugh, remaining silent.

The one who was allowed to speak just now was the governor, not him.

"But there's something I need your help with." The old man took out a painting from his pocket and showed it to the governor.

The governor nodded repeatedly: "As long as you ask, I'll do anything for you, even face mountains of knives and seas of fire... Oh, what a handsome young man! Could it be that this man has offended you? I'll have someone take care of it for him right away..."

"Snapped!"

The governor's already swollen face became even more swollen.

He covered his face and cried.

I don't know what I said wrong again.

"He's hopeless." The old man tapped the governor's head with his index finger. "I like this kid, understand?"

"I understand!" the governor said, tears streaming down his face. "I understand perfectly. He is my son, and he will always be my son!"

His old friend stared at him and looked at him again.

Get up.

He kicked the governor.

The governor fell off his chair with a thud and rolled twice on the ground.

That's your grandfather!

The old man turned and walked out.

The governor quickly got up:

"Sir! Sir! What's my grandfather's name? Could you please leave me a portrait of him? Otherwise, how am I supposed to find him?"

But the old man had already gone far away.

The young man following behind the old man walked up to the governor and sighed:
"Stop making a fuss. Your grandfather doesn't want to reveal his identity, and we don't know his name either. As for what he looks like, if you can't remember it this time, we'll just take your hat off from now on."

After saying that, the two young men left.

The governor, watching the three figures depart into the distance, suddenly burst into tears:
Grandpa, what's your name?

"Grandpa, where are you?"
"Grandpa! Grandpa, oh Grandpa!"

The governor's mansion was filled with people wailing and mourning.

Han Siping broke out in a cold sweat.

……

After eating the fish, Lin Jiang had a little more golden energy in his body.

He ate the most fish today, and some golden energy did indeed grow in his body, but the amount was not as large as Lin Jiang had imagined.

It's not much different from eating regular rice and wheat flour.

It's nothing compared to the ginseng tea that Xiaoshan Shen makes every night.

Indeed, when it comes to eating, drinking, and spiritual practice, the key is not quantity, but quality.

Moreover, the taste of this anglerfish was rather ordinary.

Logically speaking, this kind of deep-sea fish should be plumper and tastier, but unfortunately it was too big, and the meat was too tough to chew.

Wen Xiangyi took one bite and then stopped, as did the others. Only the fishermen ate more, with one eating two bowls of offal.

The remaining fish bones will be processed and made into handicrafts, which will be placed on the riverbank as the "spoils of war" of the Water Journey.

There's just one thing that nobody eats.

A maidservant, holding a tentacle in both hands, walked up to Lin Jiang:
"Young Master, what do you plan to do with this?"

The barbels on the anglerfish's head are relatively intact, resembling a limp lantern that sways back and forth.

Lin Jiang picked up the thing.

This thing seems to have a spirit; all the methods for making anglerfish come from this thing.

He scratched his head as well.

Could this thing... be used to create some kind of magical artifact?

(End of this chapter)