After seeing Zi Qi’s soul projection dissipate, young master Lin spun his eyes and approached Old Man Tie. “Third Brother, here are 350 jin of Hundred Flower Wine. You can drink this first.”
Old Man Tie chuckled and looked at Lin Zhan. “What mischief are you planning now, you brat? I’m telling you, I’ll take the goods, but I might not do the job for you.”
Lin Zhan froze and couldn’t help but grumble inwardly: These damned bears, taking gifts but not doing favors. What kind of character do they have?… Hmph, what kind of bear character! It feels even worse than my own character.
“What are you talking about, Third Brother? We’re all brothers. I know you like this stuff, I just wanted you to satisfy your craving.”
“Right, Third Brother, what were you telling our Old Ancestor just now? What are those Old Ancestors guarding against?”
Old Man Tie took a bottle of Hundred Flower Wine and casually tossed one bottle to each of his brothers.
“Guarding against what… you must have misheard. I didn’t say anything.”
After speaking, he chugged the wine in his bottle, let out a burp, and shouted loudly:
“Ahhhh… I’m drunk. I don’t know anything. Fourth Dog, hurry and help me to rest.”
He then collapsed on the ground, and his brothers carried him away.
Lin Zhan looked at Old Man Tie’s bear-like behavior and couldn’t help but jump up and curse, “Who are you trying to fool, you damned bear? Can this little bit of wine get you, an Emperor, drunk? Are you trying to fool an idiot here?”
Cao Yu patted Lin Zhan on the shoulder and said, “Zhan’er, go back and rest. There are some things you shouldn’t know yet. When you reach the Emperor’s position, the Old Ancestor will naturally tell you.”
The next morning.
Lin Zhan was woken up by a cacophony of wailing.
“These obstinate fellows are not finished yet, are they? They think they can get away with it now that our Old Ancestor is gone.”
Young Master Lin muttered to himself, then grabbed Cheng Ying and walked out.
“Damn it, today I’m going to chop up these pandas. Anyone who dares to retaliate will have their salary docked for 100 years.”
“The east is not bright, the west is bright,
Basking in the dying sun, I bask in sorrow.
The night before is not busy, the night after is busy,
After dreaming of gold, I dream of empty glory.
Spring rain does not wet a sympathetic ghost,
Autumn cold pierces a devoted lover.
I advise heaven, I advise earth, I advise myself,
I look at mountains, I look at water, I look for the morning…”
When Lin Zhan arrived at the Iron-Eater’s encampment, the scene before him stunned him so much that he didn’t even notice Cheng Ying falling.
A young Taoist priest, wearing his signature black toad glasses and a garish red and green vest, was singing and dancing on stage.
Below, 3888 Iron-Eaters were clapping their hands to the beat.
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The Iron-Eaters loyally cheered for the young Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest chuckled and said, “Since our Cao Yu Old Ancestor paid for it, I have to sing all night for everyone. I’ll also show you what it means to get your money’s worth.”
Lin Zhan followed the young Taoist priest’s gaze and saw a group of magnates from Great Shang, sitting in a private box, drinking tea and listening to the music.
Cao Yu squinted his eyes and tapped his hand to the beat. “Not bad, our little brat is indeed talented. He’s singing with such passion.”
After speaking, Cao Yu turned around and saw Lin Zhan standing there dumbfounded. He said irritably,
“What are you standing there like a post for? Don’t you know your position? Are you not going to be the Marshal? Get to work, quickly.”
Lin Zhan was scolded into a daze and then said blankly, “Old Ancestor, aren’t I your most beloved cub?”
Seeing Lin Zhan’s expression, the magnates all showed a look of disdain.
“Can you sing?”
Lin Zhan walked up to the magnates and pouted, “Isn’t it just singing? What’s the big deal?”
Cao Yu and the others chuckled, then said to Lin Zhan, “Oh, we underestimated you. Come on, sing one for the old ancestors. If you sing well, the ancestors will reward you.”
“Ahem.”
Lin Zhan cleared his throat.
Then he started to beat out the rhythm himself:
“I descend into the mortal world, at ease,
Originally a celestial being wandering in the heavens,
Not for the mortal world, not for anything,
Only for fine wine, my heart is stirred.
A beautiful ghost owes a debt to a woman,
Cleared overnight…”
Cao Yu frowned and, without a word, kicked Lin Zhan over a hundred meters away:
“Get lost, damn it! Others sing for money, you sing for your life, you brat! We old geezers have survived for thousands of years, and you almost sent us off with one note!”
“Hurry up and take the engineers to lay mines. Before Xiao Ming’s concert ends, if I see you again, I’ll bury you myself.”
Lin Zhan patted his butt and climbed up from the ground.
“A bunch of old coffins, they don’t appreciate anything. And they still dare to kick me. When I have the chance in the future, I’ll pull out the oxygen tubes of all you old scoundrels.”
Lin Zhan muttered softly as he walked towards the minefield.
When he reached the minefield, he found that the entire minefield had been extended forward by several hundred meters. At this rate, the 20-kilometer minefield would be laid out by tomorrow night.
Lin Zhan and his personal guard sat bored in the resting area of the minefield.
“Old Ancestor Dian Wei, this is too boring. We should at least research something to do.”
Dian Wei pondered for a moment and said, “My Lord, why don’t we go back and watch the concert? Xiao Ming sings quite well.”
Young Master Lin scratched his head and said:
“What kind of terrible idea is that? If I go back now, if those old fellows don’t beat the shit out of me, it’ll be because I kept myself clean.”
“If that doesn’t work, let’s go to the Necromancer camp and see if we can find an opportunity to throw down a few number 5s and make some noise.”
As soon as Young Master Lin finished speaking, he saw Dian Wei, Xu Chu, and Zhao Zilong looking at him as if he were an idiot:
“My Lord, if you don’t want to live, let’s find another way to die. Don’t be so desperate.”
“Without the protection of the Old Ancestors, we little shrimp going into the Necromancer camp, aren’t you afraid of being turned into shit?”
Lin Zhan’s eyes rolled, and he immediately said to them, “Let’s go, let’s go to the Death Canyon. It should be fine if we don’t go to the Necromancer camp.”
Dian Wei and the other two shook their heads like rattles, looking back in fear.
“Holy crap, My Lord, why are you still so desperate? You’re already registered with the undead. I dare say at least two Emperor-level beings are watching you right now.”
“If you dare to leave our Old Ancestor’s side by more than 100 kilometers, it won’t take a minute before an Emperor-level being comes to deal with you.”
Lin Zhan froze, then pouted:
“Holy crap, this is truly not giving me any room to live. These damn Ten Thousand Races are something else. Couldn’t they have offered a higher price? If it could have been a few times higher, I would have sold myself before anyone killed me.”
Dian Wei and the other two were stunned: Holy crap, this kid is truly of such a nature…