This statement immediately caught my attention, and I asked, "What can you say about this place?"
"You're not a local, are you?" The driver glanced at me and said, "If you don't know, don't ask."
These words only piqued my curiosity even more.
Just as I was about to speak, the driver raised the temperature of the air conditioner and said to himself.
"It's late at night, so don't ask."
"I'll add money, just tell me."
"Nothing will work!"
The driver's mouth seemed to be welded shut, and he refused to reveal even a single word.
When I arrived at the teahouse, my feet were already soft to mud. I wanted to knock on the door, but I plunged in head first.
Ji Canghai was clearing the tables and chairs in the room. When he saw me rushing in, he pulled his neck and shouted first.
"Uncle Ya!"
Soon, everyone gathered around me. The moment Uncle Ya held me in his arms, he immediately put his hands into my arms.
Almost instantly, a sentence popped out of Uncle Ya's mouth.
"This boy has encountered a miasma!"
"Go out and buy a piece of raw pork with hair on it."
Xiaobai jumped up and down anxiously: "Where can I get this in the middle of the night?"
"I'll go! Even if I grab it, I'll get it back for you!"
Ji Canghai just left these words and strode out.
As soon as he put his hand on the door, the door was pushed open first, and a tall figure rushed in.
I relied on the little consciousness I had left to see clearly the person in front of me.
It's Liu Haigang.
On Liu Haigang's shoulder, he happened to be carrying a bloody piece of raw pork.
Ji Canghai turned to look at me, his face a little dazed.
Liu Hai just took long strides and rushed in front of me. The raw pork on his shoulder was thrown heavily on the table.
"My old immortal, let me come and save people quickly!"
This tall man panted and looked at me: "I'm not late, am I?"
Before I could speak, Uncle Ya responded: "Thank you, old immortal. This solves an urgent need."
"Erhai, let him hang upside down on you."
After saying that, Uncle Ya had already squatted on the ground and stuffed the pork into my mouth. The greasy smell instantly entered my nose.
Before I could struggle, Uncle Ya picked up the lighter first, making the sound of pig hair sizzling on the pig skin.
"Wow!"
I don't know if it was the smell or something else, but the liquid in my stomach surged wildly. My mind went blank and I vomited it all out in one breath.
When the liquid hit the ground, a cloud of smoke exploded.
The pork on Uncle Ya's hand also turned black and gray.
"Come on."
Uncle Ya took out his handkerchief and wiped the liquid on his hands: "It's not a big problem, just take a sleep and it will be fine."
When Ji Canghai put me down, I just felt like the world was spinning.
After a while, I held Ji Canghai's shoulders and sat up.
"Uncle, what is your ability?"
"I don't know either." Uncle Ya smiled calmly: "In the early years, I traveled all over the country and saw a lot, so I naturally learned it."
"Okay, it's getting late, you should go to bed early."
Uncle Ya didn't seem to want to dwell on this topic anymore. He didn't even ask a question and turned around and went upstairs first.
I looked up at Liu Haigang and forced a smile: "Thank you, brother."
Liu Haigang showed a silly smile: "Don't thank me, it was the old immortal who gave me the gift."
"Nothing, then I'll leave first."
This is not the first time he has helped me, and logically speaking, I should be grateful.
But in my heart, there is more doubt and uneasiness.
As long as something happens to me, his old immortal will know immediately, and the timing is just right.
It felt more like there was a monitor on my head, and every move I made was being watched.
I have met his old immortal before, but there is only one ambiguous answer to all the questions - the time has not come yet.
I don’t know what the so-called timing is, but I know that this feeling makes me deeply uneasy.
"Let's go." Ji Canghai put my arm around his neck: "Let's go back to sleep."
The next day, I went downstairs and saw Uncle Ya. Taking advantage of the fact that he was not busy, I sat directly next to him.
"Uncle, Poole Street, what do you mean by this place?"
Uncle Ya frowned: "When I was a child, that place was a wasteland, and later it was turned into a shantytown."
"Why did you suddenly ask about this place?"
I thought about it and asked, "What was before the wasteland?"
Uncle Ya chuckled: "I didn't exist at that time, how would I know?"
Tsk.
Uncle Ya is a local from Monan. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a living map.
"Why?"
Uncle Ya suddenly said, "When you asked me this, I remembered something."
