Chapter 27

"Brat, you little bastard, you donkey's leftover egg, you finally know to come back? I curse your ancestors, you damn bastard, you've starved me to death."

"Ah, heaven, you have no eyes, why don't you strike him with lightning? Strike him dead, and I'll serve you as a slave for life..."

...

In the gloomy and cold mortuary, it seemed as if a bomb had been ignited, the explosion echoing all around. Gongyang Yu cursed angrily, hating the heavens and the earth, his voice booming louder than thunder and morning drums, his curses filled with sorrow and pain, shaking the dust from the beams of the hall...

Damn!

Upon hearing this, Feng Jueyu felt dizzy and jumped far away, quickly covering his ears and shouting, "Enough, stop shouting."

"Damn, you tied me here for so long and now you don't even let me shout? I'll shout, I'll curse you to death, I'll fight you to the end, I..."

Gongyang Yu, bound to the pillar, struggled with his short legs, his face red and his neck thick, his six strands of hair standing up like needles. At the same time, a torrent of curses spewed out like a raging river, a thousand horses galloping...

Feng Jueyu was utterly speechless, waving his hand and saying, "Fine, curse away, I'll leave, I can't serve you..."

Seeing Feng Jueyu about to leave, Gongyang Yu was taken aback, mustering all his strength to shout, "Come back here."

Feng Jueyu stood still, grinning slyly, "Not cursing anymore?"

Gongyang Yu was about to curse again but suddenly sniffed, his eyes fixed on the two items Feng Jueyu was holding, and asked, "Kid, what did you bring?"

You must be a dog, Feng Jueyu thought, utterly speechless. He walked over, holding up the pork head and old wine in front of Gongyang Yu and said, "Hungry? Pork head, old wine, how about it? Still want to curse?"

Not having eaten for two nights and a day was truly unbearable. Gongyang Yu licked his dry lips, swallowing hard, and let out a low, hoarse roar like a wild beast, "Quick, untie me, quick, untie me, hurry..."

Feng Jueyu rolled his eyes, "You must be a demon reincarnated."

"Rubbish, try being hungry for two nights and a day, quick, untie me..."

"Fine, fine, I give up." Having played enough, Feng Jueyu felt a bit of sympathy, after all, the old man was not young and hadn't eaten for a long time.

So, Feng Jueyu placed the pork head and old wine on the ground, walked behind the pillar, and while untying the ropes, said, "Don't blame me, if you hadn't been so aggressive, I wouldn't have tied you here. The pork head and old wine are my apology. From now on, we're even. If you want to fight, I'll accompany you, but with your current condition, you have no chance of winning..."

"You talk too much."

The ropes fell off, and Gongyang Yu, like a cat seeing a fish, dashed out faster than someone whose acupoints were sealed. He tore open the oil paper package on the ground, not caring about cleanliness, and sat on a rotting corpse, holding half a pork head and started to eat...

"Damn!" Feng Jueyu was speechless and felt extremely nauseated. This guy didn't even find a decent place to eat, sitting on a corpse, he was really something.

Since he had sealed Gongyang Yu's major meridians, Feng Jueyu wasn't in a hurry to leave. He sat down at the base of the pillar and waited for Gongyang Yu to finish eating.

In no time, three pounds of pork head and a pot of old wine were in Gongyang Yu's stomach. The old man's mouth was greasy, and he patted his belly, letting out a loud belch, finally standing up satisfied.

Seeing this, Feng Jueyu stood up, patted his buttocks, and said, "As agreed, we're even, no cheating. You're fine now, can I go?"

"Wait... burp..." Gongyang Yu, belching, stopped Feng Jueyu and said, "Don't go yet, I have a question. Who taught you medicine?"

Feng Jueyu was secretly delighted, knowing he couldn't leave. He had just been playing hard to get.

"What's it to you?" Feng Jueyu pretended to be calm, raising an eyebrow, thinking that if he wanted something from him, he had to show sincerity.

"It's my business," Gongyang Yu said loudly.

Gongyang Yu knew that although he had been tied up by Feng Jueyu, upon waking up, he found that the cold and icy energy in his body had been relieved, and his chronic illness had not flared up. This was a shock to Gongyang Yu, who had been tormented by the cold and icy energy for many years.

This cold and icy energy was left in his body by an old enemy from many years ago. Without timely treatment, it had gradually turned into an incurable condition. Gongyang Yu had sought medical help everywhere but had not been cured. He had originally planned to find a quiet place to spend the rest of his life. Unexpectedly, he met Feng Jueyu in the mortuary of the capital city of Tiannan Kingdom.

Although he didn't know how Feng Jueyu did it, his years of suffering from the illness made him realize that only Feng Jueyu could help him recover his strength. Therefore, he didn't hate Feng Jueyu but felt a sense of gratitude.

If Feng Jueyu had arrived a day and a night earlier, Gongyang Yu would never have spoken harshly to him.

Now that he was full and satisfied, Gongyang Yu was ready to seek medical help...

Their eyes met, and Gongyang Yu cleared his throat, softening his tone, "Alright, kid, you've got guts. To be honest, I have a serious internal injury, and I believe you know. Let's be straightforward, if you help me treat my injury, I'll meet any conditions you set. Don't look down on me, I may be a mortician, but I was once famous on the continent, and there's nothing I can't do. Think about it, curing me will only benefit you. What do you say?"

Feng Jueyu was amused, saying, "Old man, are you sick? Do you know how to ask for help? 'What do you say?' You're sick, and you want me to treat you, and you let me decide? Ha... I've never seen anyone ask for help like this, I won't treat you!"

Feng Jueyu waved his hand, crossed his arms, and leaned against the pillar, not leaving but waiting to see what Gongyang Yu would do.

"Huh? You're getting angry?" Gongyang Yu tilted his nose and cursed, "Don't forget, you invaded my territory, you tied me up, do you have any respect for the elderly? You starved me for two nights and a day, and now you think you're in the right?"

"Respect? I respect your donkey's egg!" Feng Jueyu retorted, "Who started it? Who... Fine, I don't want to argue with you. If you want to be treated, show some sincerity."

The two looked at each other, both realizing the other was not easy to deal with. Especially Gongyang Yu, who sized up Feng Jueyu, thinking: This kid may be young, but he's steady and experienced, seemingly rough but actually meticulous, not someone who will be easily taken advantage of, this is not easy...

Gongyang Yu thought for a moment, steeled his heart, and decided that if he was cured, he could live another twenty to thirty years. Fine, I'll let you have your way.

Thinking this, Gongyang Yu asked, "Alright, what do you want? How much silver for treating this illness?"

"Silver?" Feng Jueyu sneered, "Don't tempt me, to be honest, I'm so poor I only have silver left."

"Damn." Gongyang Yu bared his teeth, "If not silver, what do you want? Don't make me guess, let's be straightforward."

Feng Jueyu saw that Gongyang Yu was determined, knowing he had achieved half his goal, and said, "One condition, be my bodyguard for three years."

"Bodyguard?"

"Guard the house!" Feng Jueyu explained.

"Damn." Gongyang Yu was immediately unwilling, "You want me, Blood Soul Blade Gongyang Yu, to be your bodyguard? No way... That would be too embarrassing."

"Blood Soul Blade?" Feng Jueyu's eyes lit up, seeing that the old man was skilled, possibly a famous expert, and was surprised by his impressive name.

But whether you're Blood Soul Blade or a butcher's knife, you'll have to follow me when you're in front of the Evil Emperor.

Feng Jueyu pretended not to hear "Blood Soul Blade" and said angrily, "I don't care what kind of knife you are. If you don't agree, forget it, I'll leave..."

"Damn, stop." Gongyang Yu didn't expect Feng Jueyu to be so firm, thinking this opportunity might not come again.

The old man stopped him, extending a finger, "Three years is too long, one year."

"Two years."

"One year and one month."

"Two years, take it or leave it."

"Fine, it's a deal." Seeing Feng Jueyu's firm stance, Gongyang Yu reluctantly agreed.

Feng Jueyu secretly laughed: I didn't expect this old man to be so bad at bargaining, it was so easy to trick him. I thought it would be a year, but he agreed. He's so stupid.

Feng Jueyu's heart was filled with joy, but he kept his expression unchanged, continuing to act cool, "Deal, when do I take you with me?"

Gongyang Yu thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, I need to inform the authorities. Damn, I've been tired of this job for a long time, counting corpses every day, and if one is missing, it's my fault. I don't have the time to watch over this stuff, it's so smelly."

Feng Jueyu almost fell over listening to the old man's complaints, "You can't see a corpse go missing in such a small place? You're really something."

Gongyang Yu rolled his eyes, scratching his bald head, and asked, "Something... What does that mean?"

"It means impressive!"

"Impressive?"

"It means cool."

"Cool?"

"Um..." Feng Jueyu was drenched in sweat, realizing such advanced terms hadn't spread in the Great Profound Continent. Thinking quickly, he said, "It means awesome!"

Gongyang Yu suddenly understood, "So that's it, I'm impressive..."

"Ha..."

Feng Jueyu's face turned pale, trying to hold back his laughter...

This guy is so funny, calling himself impressive. Such a powerful expert is hard to find, I've really hit the jackpot. With him around, my days won't be boring.

Seeing Feng Jueyu trying to hold back his laughter, Gongyang Yu didn't suspect the origin of "impressive," thinking Feng Jueyu didn't believe in his abilities. He immediately said angrily, "What are you laughing at? I am impressive, don't you believe it? Just wait, one day I'll show you how impressive I am..."

Feng Jueyu was already laughing uncontrollably, his stomach aching, not wanting to ruin Gongyang Yu's mood. He held his stomach with one hand and raised his thumb with the other, recalling a classic line, "Who's impressive? You are, fine, you're impressive, you're impressive, okay?"

"That's right." Gongyang Yu straightened his back and asked, "Tell me where you live, I'll find you tomorrow..."

Feng Jueyu didn't want to stay any longer, thinking the old man's smugness might make him laugh to death. He quickly said, "South of the city, Jishi Fang, my name is Feng Jueyu, just mention my name."

"It's settled..."

Thus, the great killer Feng Jueyu used three pounds of pork head, a pot of old wine, and his unique medical skills to trick Blood Soul Blade Gongyang Yu into Jishi Fang...

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PS: I came back late today, here are two chapters, more will come later, don't worry.