Where did this antique -grade lunatic come from?


Life in danger? What was wrong with him?

If I didn't mishear earlier, Bai Zixu said 'yesterday almost ended it all,' right? I only slept for a day, why does it feel like I can't keep up with the pace?

The outline of the teenager's body was almost as clear as Bai Zixu's, although his facial features were not as clear as Aunt Pang's. He looked misty-eyed, but his big eyes were very clear. At this moment, when he looked at Bai Ke, they widened even more, looking so innocent that they almost seemed on the verge of tears.

When he was in the alley, he didn't really see Bai Ke's face clearly. Now, it was as if he was seeing Bai Ke's features without any cover, including his closed eyes and the terrifying birthmark around his eyes.

"..."

So before the teenager could finish his sentence, he swallowed it back and blinked his eyes a few times, widening them even further. That expression, it was like a chicken being grabbed, only showing its head, looking stunned.

The teenager's obvious reaction amused Bai Ke a bit, thinking to himself: It's a good thing I had my eyes closed. If I were standing in front of him with my eyes open, I'd probably faint halfway through.

"What exactly happened— " Bai Ke felt that he couldn't expect any sensible answers from his father, who was looking at him like a quail, blinking his eyes the same way. Besides, if the kid was really in critical condition, there was no way the powerless Bai Zixu could have done anything. So he turned to the black-clad man standing beside him. But as soon as he looked at him, he froze, unable to finish his sentence."

In the approximately six years since his eyes changed, Bai Ke had seen countless people of all kinds. Including the two from last night and Aunt Pang, there were ten living people whose features he could discern.

But the person in front of him was clearer than anyone he had ever seen, so clear that it surprised Bai Ke.

Not only the facial features, but from head to toe, even the hair strands were clearly visible, almost the same as what he saw last night, except for the lack of color. But this slight difference seemed nonexistent to Bai Ke because as soon as he saw this person, he subconsciously thought of how he looked last night.

Dressed in black clothes with black hair, his skin not as pale as his own, and seemingly always with a slight frown between his eyebrows, his dark eyes seemed deep and contained a hint of fierceness, his cheeks narrow and gaunt.

At that time, Bai Ke felt that he was tall, giving off an invisible pressure, but now, standing nearby, Bai Ke felt that he looked even taller than yesterday.

It was fortunate that this person insisted on speaking while kneeling yesterday. If they had been standing like this, Bai Ke felt that his neck would definitely be sore.

He rarely needed to look up at someone like this, feeling a bit uncomfortable. So, after a moment of hesitation, he looked away and turned his head to look at the chicken boy on the sofa, asking, “Why is he here, and why is he tied up like that?”

"He came on his own, not our fault," before the black-clad man could speak, the quail Bai Zixu waved his hand. "Early this morning, fellow Daoist Hua saw him wandering downstairs and brought him up."

" Daoist Hua?" Bai Ke glanced at the black-clad man.

He looked at Bai Ke's eyes and slowly said, "Junxiao, Huo Junxiao." It was as if he hoped that Bai Ke would remember him by this name.

Bai Ke nodded, intending to continue asking about the kid's situation. But for some reason, whether it was because of his gaze or something else, after a pause, he repeated, "Huo Junxiao."

"Um." It seemed that hearing his name spoken by Bai Ke was quite gratifying, and the black-clad man's expression softened a lot. "Just call me Junxiao."

Although Bai Ke had never called a stranger so intimately, he couldn't resist Junxiao's gaze, so he nodded randomly, agreeing.

"He—" In order to dispel this slightly awkward atmosphere, Bai Ke pointed to the chicken boy on the sofa, reminding Junxiao, who had been unconsciously digressing.

Junxiao's dark eyes glanced at the chicken boy and said, "I saw him sneaking around downstairs, acting suspiciously, and his aura was unusual, so I brought him up to ask a few questions."

The chicken boy twisted around a bit and whispered softly, "Is that what you call it? You clearly stood on the balcony and pulled me up from downstairs."

Junxiao raised his gaze to glance at him, and the chicken boy immediately went silent, pretending to be dead.

Bai Ke: "..."

"I was planning to ask a few questions and then let him go, but who knew I found this on him." Junxiao smirked, weighing the thing in his hand, as if its presence confirmed that the chicken boy indeed had malicious intentions, suspicious motives.

Bai Ke looked at the thing in his hand with some confusion, and when he saw it clearly, he was speechless. He pointed to the object in Junxiao's hand without much expression and said, "That's a cellphone."

"A cellphone?" Junxiao looked at him somewhat puzzled.

Bai Ke: "..." Where did this antique-grade lunatic come from?

"Alright... this is a common communication tool nowadays." Bai Ke silently sneered, considering whether this person had crawled out of some deep mountain forest or fallen from the sky. He roughly explained, "Many people have one of these in their hands for easy communication."

"A communication tool?" Junxiao held the thing in his hand with three fingers. "Similar to a sounding arrow?"

"Not quite. A sounding arrow can only transmit a simple signal. This one can directly converse."

"Do others have it too?"

"Yes." Bai Ke nodded, feeling that the conversation was extremely weird.

"Do they? I've been saying there's no problem with this, can you return my stuff..." The chicken boy on the sofa looked pitifully at Junxiao, humming.

"Oh?" Junxiao shook the "cellphone" he was holding and glanced at the chicken boy, then looked at Bai Ke, asking, "Are there talismans inscribed in others' things as well?"

"Talismans?" Bai Ke felt a bit dizzy. How could a cellphone be associated with such mystical things?

Junxiao coldly said to the chicken boy, "Yes, some backstage tricks."

The chicken boy remained silent, observing the principle of seeing no evil, speaking no evil, and trying to shrink himself into a speck of dust.

"What tricks?"

"It can calculate the Eight Characters (NT: Bazi, fortune telling concept) of the people around, record auras for tracking in the future." Junxiao glanced at the thing in his hand and a flash of golden light passed over the tips of the three fingers he was pinching. Then he threw the thing back onto the sofa, landing conveniently next to the chicken boy.

Following the arc of the "cellphone" thrown out, Bai Ke looked back at the chicken boy, frowning. "Eight Characters, tracking auras? What are you doing with this kind of thing?"

He couldn't help but think of the two people and three beasts who inexplicably appeared at his doorstep yesterday...

Could they be related to this chicken boy?

*

Small theater

At the peak of the Yusheng Gate, there stood the Yunfu Palace where the headmaster resided, surrounded by multiple layers of restrictions.

A young boy from the Yunfu Palace raised his hand, holding a thin monkey-like boy in the air, standing at the entrance of the inner hall.

The headmaster, Bai Lingchen, who was leaning against the window with a scripture in hand, didn't even raise his head. "What's the matter?"

The young boy shook his hand impatiently and said, "This troublemaker has come up the mountain again. The month hasn't even passed halfway, and he's been caught five times already."

Bai Lingchen glanced indifferently at the suspended figure of Huo Junxiao. "Oh?"

This troublemaker was brought before the headmaster, but instead of being afraid, his dark eyes roamed around as if he wanted to take in the entire Yunfu Palace.

The young boy continued to complain, "The previous times, he was sent away directly outside the restricted area. But this troublemaker obviously won't stop until he hits a wall, so we had to bring him here."

Bai Lingchen wasn't surprised. He looked at the troublemaker and asked, "Who did he gamble with this time?"

The troublemaker didn't hesitate and immediately confessed, "Master Salted Fish!"

Bai Lingchen: "..." It had been hundreds of years, and he still wasn't tired of it.

The young boy: "..." Master Yu Xian had such an undeserved reputation; it was too unfair.

Bai Lingchen: "Have you finished watching?"

The troublemaker nodded. "Yes, I'm going back to ask Master for the Mysterious Iron Sword!"

"Alright." Bai Lingchen nodded, his gaze returning to the scripture in his hand. He waved his hand to the young boy. "Pick a suitable day."

The young boy: "Huh?"

Bai Lingchen: "Steam this troublemaker in a pot, and then you can divide it among yourselves."

The troublemaker: "..." Master, save me!

 

Translator : DarNan