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I entered the house and recounted the story I had just heard to everyone. After listening, Li Zhisheng appeared hesitant to speak, while Death Apostle took the lead and said, "I've never heard of any Yin-Yang Technique that can bury a person underground and turn them into fruit. This shouldn't have anything to do with Yang Master or Onizuka."
At this moment, Li Zhisheng replied, "Indeed, I haven't heard of such a thing either. However, we can't completely rule out the possibility of this rumor being true. Just like what we encountered before, combining Gu Technique with Yin-Yang Technique... Although this is merely a rumor, there’s no smoke without fire. If there weren't some related elements supporting this rumor, how could it even exist?"
After hearing this, I understood Li Zhisheng's point. He believed that regardless of whether the rumor was true or not, there must be some clues to follow; otherwise, such rumors wouldn't arise out of nowhere.
"But let's turn back..." Li Zhisheng shifted his tone and continued, "Have you considered that this rumor might be a trap set by Yang Master? After all, you only heard one side of the story. If Yang Master deliberately arranged for someone to mislead us into searching for that so-called Blood Farmer, we could very well fall into their hands again."
At that moment, not only Li Zhisheng but even Yao Long beside him showed signs of concern. I fell into deep thought; Li Zhisheng's worries were not unfounded since Yang Master had already tried to frame us before.
After a long silence, no one spoke because if we didn't go, we might miss a potentially valuable clue, but if we did go, we could fall into Yang Master's trap.
After a moment of contemplation, I said, "In that case, let's see if we can come up with a relatively safe plan. If we can't find a foolproof strategy, then let's treat this story as just a rumor..."
The purpose of my words was to suggest that I would seek out the middle-aged woman for more details the next day and also give everyone some time to think.
With that in mind, I asked Hu Fang to prepare some food while I went about putting the glass I had bought onto the windows.
After dinner, everyone took a short rest before heading off to their rooms to sleep...
...
The next day, I set off early to the market alone to see if the middle-aged woman had arrived. However, when I got to the market, I found no sign of her. Instead, I saw the old man who had adamantly refused to believe in the middle-aged woman yesterday. He was standing alone in front of the Vegetable Stall. It seemed too early for business as he was idly looking around.
I approached him and asked directly, "Old man, where's that lady who bought vegetables with you yesterday? Has she not come yet?"
The old man scrutinized me for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh! You're the young man who came by yesterday to ask about the Blood Farmer, right? What do you need to see her for?"
Hearing this, I quickly came up with a reason and smiled, "Well, actually, I'm a writer. Last night, I thought about it and felt that the story of that lady was quite interesting. I wanted to inquire about more details. After all, for someone in my line of work, any material is incredibly valuable..."
The old man nodded thoughtfully after hearing me out, but then his expression turned regretful. "I see. Unfortunately, it seems she has some family issues and probably won't be able to come today..."
"What happened? What kind of issue?" I pressed eagerly.
He sighed. "Ah, it's unfortunate. Someone in her family has passed away. They were such a kind family; who would have thought..."
"What happened? Could you tell me more?" My anxiety was evident.
The old man looked at my urgency with some surprise and asked curiously, "Aren't you just interested in that story? Why are you so concerned about her family's situation?"
His question left me momentarily speechless. "People are naturally curious. I was just asking; it might even become good writing material..." I laughed awkwardly.
The old man scrutinized me again, pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and sighed. "Her son died. He came home last night and passed away. They're currently dealing with the funeral." His face revealed an unmistakable sadness.
Noticing his unusual demeanor, I suddenly felt as if I had realized something and asked cautiously, "Are you... related to her family?"
Upon hearing this, the old man froze for a moment, his cigarette slipping from his fingers and falling to the ground. He looked genuinely shocked; it seemed my guess was correct.
After a brief pause, he sensed something was off with himself and hurriedly picked up the fallen cigarette, taking a deep drag before speaking softly without looking up. "Young man, some things are better left unexplored. You're a writer, right? Feel free to ask me anything about the Blood Farmer; although I don't believe in these things, I still know a bit."
At this moment, I had already obtained the answer I wanted, and there was no need to continue probing. I quickly changed the subject, forcing a smile, "Old man, please don't misunderstand. I was just asking casually. Since you care so much, I won't ask anymore..." With that, I picked up a fresh cabbage from the Vegetable Stall and asked, "How much for the cabbage?"
"Just give me what you think it's worth..." he replied, turning away silently while holding a cigarette. It seemed he didn't want to continue talking to me. "Then I'll buy two cabbages. I'll leave the money here..." I pulled out some cash and placed it behind him before walking away alone.
Since I forgot to grab a bag when I left, I awkwardly held a cabbage in one hand as I walked. However, I was too preoccupied to care about how strange it looked; my mind was entirely focused on the matter of the Blood Farmer.
When I returned home, Yao Long and Death Apostle were already awake. They stood by the bed, stretching their limbs in the morning sun. Upon seeing me return with two cabbages in hand, Yao Long remarked, "Lately, you’ve become quite the housekeeper—buying groceries and cleaning up." He stepped forward, reaching for the cabbages.
But just as his hand reached out towards me, his expression suddenly froze. "Shen Xu, what kind of vegetables did you buy?!" He pointed in shock at what I was holding.
I was taken aback and replied, "Cabbage? Why...?" As I raised one of the cabbages to my face, I too froze upon seeing it closely.
A faint red liquid slowly oozed from the vibrant green cabbage. Although it wasn't as red as blood, there was a distinctly strong metallic scent that filled the air...
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