Chapter 91. Hehehe.

It was Xiao Tian and Yin Ang.

"Brother, we're back!"

"Boss, what are you standing there for, looking so dazed?"

Parted hair.

80-20 ratio.

Oily hair.

Seeing the behavior of the two approaching beggars, Hou Gong couldn't help but feel solemn.

He mourned for Xiao Ye.

On the other hand, it seemed to be a pleasant time for the beggars.

As he stared blankly, Yin Ang and Xiao Tian started chattering.

"Boss, I'm saying, I won't change my clothes anymore. This is the outfit I wore when I walked side by side with Miss Nan Gong."

"Brother, it seems I'll live a long life. I never thought I'd have a day like this. Now this outfit will be a family heirloom."

"Hahaha, beggars. If anyone hears you, they'll think you have a lot of clothes."

The one who joined the conversation with a laugh was Miao Bingbing, who had just crawled out.

Yin Ang and Xiao Tian laughed and playfully patted their heads.

Hou Gong couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Seems like you enjoyed the tour."

"Here? The Nan Gong Manor? Boss, I didn't see anything. How could I have the presence of mind to look around when I was busy staring at Miss Nan Gong? Isn't that right, Junior?"

"Right. Miss Nan Gong is like a fairy. She's so beautiful. And she's so refined and kind, unlike some people."

As Xiao Tian spoke, he playfully looked at Miao Bingbing, who snorted.

"Speaking of aesthetics. You need to be plump to be attractive."

"Hehe, that's true."

After that, it was just pointless chatter, so Hou Gong just let it pass. A part of his consciousness was still chasing the sparrows left by Tian Xiang.

'250 yards... 270 yards... The brats are getting farther away.'

It would be useful once it reached about 400 yards.

It would be even better if the connection of consciousness was clear.

400 yards would cover an entire small village, and in a large city, it would detect from the bustling downtown to the outskirts.

'Ahem... I've already broken through 300 yards...'

At that moment, Yin Ang's voice was heard.

"Boss, have you heard what the prize is for the final winner of this year's Heavenly Dragon Tournament?"

Hmm, a prize. There was such a thing.

Hou Gong recalled the previous Heavenly Dragon Tournaments he had attended. One time it was a Ling Pill, and another time it was a Poison Absorption Pill. So this time it would be something similar.

"I don't know."

"Want to go see? With the most beautiful woman in the world."

Yin Ang glanced at Miao Bingbing.

The most beautiful woman in the world shrugged and gave a thumbs up to Yin Ang.

Hou Gong chuckled.

Yin Ang and Miao Bingbing were truly a pair.

"Ahem... Shall we go see?"

Now he had plenty of time.

As he moved, he kept a thread of consciousness open.

'350 yards...'

The clarity of the connection with the sparrows was fading.

"But can we see that prize anytime?"

"Yeah, Brother, it's meat."

"...Meat?"

...It was a bird.

It was alive and well.

In fact, it was even quite cute.

In a space of about ten square meters, it was in a cage that reached the ceiling, and although it was sitting still, it was clearly alive.

It was indeed meat, but it was in a state before it became meat, so calling it meat was quite disrespectful to the bird,

but the Sky Gang had no consideration.

"Meat! We're back. Since Brother is here too, show us a good flight."

Xiao Tian pleaded,

"What's wrong with this one? Hey, how many bowls do you make?"

"Meat is no ordinary thing."

While Miao Bingbing and Yin Ang were chatting, the bird's name had somehow become 'Meat.' However, Hou Gong, who was staring at the bird, had an interested look on his face.

'Se Huang Bird, huh. They managed to get one of these.'

The name of the bird could be anything, but by species, it was a Se Huang Bird.

Red feathers on the head.

Yellow feathers under the chin.

The body is a mix of white and red. Despite its small size, it is very fast and strong.

Because of this, some use it as a messenger bird, some as a hunting bird, and others as a pet.

Looking at its small and cute body, one might wonder how it could be used for hunting, but the Se Huang Bird's sharp talons are long and powerful, and its wings are strong enough to lift a rabbit or even a deer.

It is very rare, and Hou Gong had only seen it in two places: the Sichuan Tangmen and the Esoteric Sect.

"Brother, do you know what this meat is?"

"Ahem... I don't know."

"A Se Huang Bird. It's cute, but it can fly a thousand miles a day. Of course, that's a lie. But it must be incredibly delicious, right?"

Perhaps because Xiao Tian ended his sentence strangely.

Flash!

The bird, which had been keeping its eyes closed, opened them.

With eyes as clear and blue as the sky, it glared at Xiao Tian.

Xiao Tian chuckled.

"Wow, you opened your eyes. For the first time. Meat, were you crying? Stupid, I was just joking. Would I really eat you?"

The bird glared for a while, then closed its eyes again and remained motionless like a statue, looking as cute as a sulking child.

However, Hou Gong was puzzled.

'Why are the eyes... '

The Se Huang Birds he had seen at the Esoteric Sect and the Sichuan Tangmen all had eyes that glowed with a burning red light. Why did this one in front of him have a clear blue glow?

Recalling what the Esoteric Sect's Dharmic Master said about the Se Huang Bird's most distinctive feature being its red eyes, he couldn't help but be puzzled. Upon closer inspection, the arrangement and luster of the feathers seemed a bit different.

Is it a hybrid of hybrids?

The questions continued, but Hou Gong quickly shook them off.

Whether it was a hybrid or not, what did it matter? He wasn't going to raise the bird, and it would only be a hassle to have it around.

Hou Gong spoke to everyone.

"Let's head back. Everyone, say goodbye to Meat."

Flash.

The bird opened its eyes again and glared at Hou Gong.

Hou Gong raised his hand slightly and waved.

On the way back, he checked again, but the sparrows' whereabouts had become vague.

They had lingered faintly at about 400 yards, but then the line was cut, and there was no trace of them.

**

That night.

In a lane in southern Anhui.

A desolate street.

The middle-aged man looked pitiful. He was sitting against a tree, his head buried in his knees. His hands hung limply. His black clothes made him look even more gloomy.

Was he driven away? Did he suffer a heartbreak? Was he dumped? Or was someone in his family sick? Everyone has a story. Passersby glanced at the middle-aged man and continued on their way.

The night grew deeper. The flow of people disappeared. Perhaps no one would pass by anymore. Maybe that was better for the middle-aged man. But after half an hour, someone appeared.

"Kah, phew!"

It was a thug.

The thug spat roughly and stood in front of the middle-aged man.

The thug's lips curled up.

"Sometimes you get these guys. They sit there looking like they've seen the world. Hey, what are you doing? Why are you like that?"

There was no answer. The thug chuckled.

"You must have been hurt badly. I'm an expert in that. Life is funny, you know."

The thug grinned and continued.

"When a bigger pain comes, the current pain seems insignificant. You realize you've been living comfortably. Damn, you've been so lucky, and you wake up with a start. So, give me all your money, whether you have it or not."

The middle-aged man didn't move.

The thug slapped his head. The middle-aged man's head swayed.

"Wow, this guy has some endurance."

The thug kicked his head. Still no movement.

"Damn, when someone talks, you should answer. How much more beating do you need...?"

The thug stopped talking. The middle-aged man had raised his head. But that wasn't the only reason.

The middle-aged man was smiling. His mouth was stretched from ear to ear, and his eyes were bloodshot, dark like dead blood.

"Who... who are you?"

The thug hesitated.

The middle-aged man smiled and said,

"Me? I don't even know who I am. But I know who you are."

"You know me?"

The thug had never seen him before. This terrifying gaze and evil smile were definitely new.

"Yeah, I know. I know very well. You're my dinner tonight."

It was a terrifying statement, as terrifying as his eyes.

"What the hell are you saying, you crazy bastard!"

The terrified thug ran. But it was just a wish.

"Chok!"

His neck was grabbed. The thug's feet dangled off the ground.

'How did he move? When did he grab my neck?'

The thug didn't see. His body trembled.

"Please, spare me... "

The middle-aged man laughed.

"What a wonderful world. The food talks. Isn't that right?"

The thug begged.

"I'm sorry. This won't happen again... "

"Yeah, it won't. You'll die soon. You'll be in my stomach... hahaha."

Snap.

The thug's neck was bent.

He wasn't dead yet. It was a half-bend.

The middle-aged man pulled his arm. He pressed his face into the thug's face. He laughed. He cried. He laughed. He spoke.

"Who am I? Who am I?"

The thug trembled.

'Who... who... '

The thug couldn't answer, not because of the pain or the terror, but because he had never seen him before. The middle-aged man laughed again. He asked. He asked quickly. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? I am you. Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? The thug cried in fear. Why are you repeating it... Stop, please...

But there was something even more terrifying. Every time the middle-aged man said, Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? His face kept changing.

Who was this guy, really?

How could he keep changing his face?

Among the changing faces was the thug's own face. The middle-aged man also turned into a woman and an old man.

And,

"Kyahaha! Anyway, I'll eat well... hahaha!"

The middle-aged man bit the thug's neck.

'Eating... '

The blood was being drained. The thug's body felt limp. His consciousness slowly faded and returned, then finally broke.

The thug's body crumpled. The middle-aged man dragged it into the forest and threw it on the ground. But he didn't forget to say goodbye.

I'm a polite person.

He bowed and said solemnly,

"May you live a long and healthy life."

Ah, you're already dead. He chuckled.

Again, properly.

"Yessir, I ate well... It was delicious... The taste was amazing... Kyahaha!"

The middle-aged man took out a jade bottle from his sleeve.

He opened the cap and poured it over the thug's body.

Sizzle!

Smoke rose, and the body melted. The thug instantly turned into a puddle of blood and disappeared completely.

The middle-aged man grinned.

"Kyahaha! They say the daughter of the Nan Gong Manor's head is very beautiful. I wonder what she tastes like. How delicious will she be? I have to eat her last. I have to savor her. She'll be delicious. Damn, I want to eat her soon."

The middle-aged man turned and stared into the sky.

Hey, everyone.

Don't think I'm a bad person.

I'm Gui Oling. I'm not that bad.

Hehehe!