What kind of medicine are we selling in our gourd?
I also want to know what exactly you, Old Zhao, have been up to? Why are you here?
Looking at Old Zhao's calm face, I had the feeling he was definitely not the type to beat around the bush.
Asking this question, he must truly be puzzled, "Uh, are you asking about... me faking blindness to lure Lin Gang out?"
The talisman on Yu Rongling's head finally fell off.
Now able to freely move his limbs, he was covered with wounds from fighting Lin Gang, which hurt so much that he grimaced in pain.
He scratched his confused head, first the left side then the right side.
Looking at me and then at Old Zhao.
He seemed to be looking for answers from us, but nobody was paying him any attention.
"That's right," Old Zhao patiently added a few more ingredients to the hot pot.
He quickly swished the tripe through the hot pot and handed it to Shenshen.
Shenshen was also quite confused, dazed.
