"Now that you've smoked and had your iced tea, can we continue?" Di Junxiong asked, trying to suppress his anger, as if his patience had reached its limit.
Jiao Yuhang didn't make any more unreasonable demands, nodded, and said, "I was just talking about how the disciple was instructed by his master to head to the village where the Dry Bone Stake was buried years ago.
There were three disciples in total when they went, but upon reaching the village, they found there was only one household left, with just one person—a man who seed over eighty years old.
After so inquiries, they learned that this old man was one of the witnesses when the Dry Bone Stake was hamred in all those years ago.
As ti passed, other villagers had moved away, left, died, or fled.
He was the only one who remained out of gratitude, willing to stay and make offerings for those who unjustly died to save the village and even all the people within a few dozen miles back then."
At this point, Jiao Yuhang unscrewed the lid of the iced tea again, took a sip, and shivered as if an electric shock went through his body with a smug expression, "Ah... soothing!"
"..." Xiao Feng.
"..." Di Junxiong.
After finishing the tea, Jiao Yuhang didn't continue with the story but instead began to extend and rge his index and middle fingers repeatedly.
Di Junxiong imdiately understood, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it in his mouth, lit it, and handed it over.
Jiao Yuhang looked disdainful, "Get a fresh one, don't give one you've had in your mouth."
Di Junxiong was furious, "You ungrateful—"
Before he could finish, Xiao Feng patted his shoulder, "Give him a fresh one."
Di Junxiong imdiately lost his temper, though he couldn't help but wonder if he had worshipped a false master.
Other people's masters, no matter how strict with their disciples internally, would never let their disciples suffer any grievance at the hands of outsiders, but his own master?
"Sigh..."
With a sigh, Di Junxiong had to take out another cigarette, holding it like a cigar, lighting the end.
Once it was lit, he handed it to Jiao Yuhang.
However, what he didn't know was that Xiao Feng could also play the role of an ideal "other people's master" he imagined.
The prerequisite would be... the disciple had to be female and possess qualities like beauty, understanding, obedience, cuteness, and the ability to act coquettish.
Inhaling the cigarette deeply, Jiao Yuhang continued, "After hearing the old man's words, the three disciples imdiately felt respect for him.
The saying goes, 'One should never forget the well digger when drinking water'; people who know to repay kindness are always respectable.
The three were also young and enthusiastic; after explaining their purpose, they expressed their intention to dig up the Dry Bone Stake to completely eradicate the hidden danger their master buried long ago, planning to do it at noon the next day when the sun was fiercest.
That night, they stayed at the old man's house.
But none of them expected that, during the night, the old man sneaked in with a knife while they were asleep and slit the throat of the eldest disciple."
"Why?" Di Junxiong asked, confused.
"Can you not interrupt?" Xiao Feng and Jiao Yuhang spoke in unison.
Di Junxiong, with black lines across his forehead, reluctantly shut his mouth.
Jiao Yuhang flicked the ash off his cigarette and said, "The two younger disciples woke up to the noise, and by the moonlight filtering in through the window, they saw the old man actually sucking blood from the eldest disciple's neck.
This scene left both of them utterly shocked, and when they ca to their senses, the old man suddenly looked up. Shockingly, there were two five-centiter long fangs on either side of his mouth!
The most astonishing thing was that after sucking the blood, the old man seed much younger. A third of his white hair turned black, and his skin no longer clung to his bones like tree bark."
Hearing this, Xiao Feng realized that the old man was probably the Dry Bone Stake buried those years ago, a common trope in ghost stories.
"Good thing Nie Longjiao isn't here; she'd probably faint from fright," Xiao Feng thought to himself.
Jiao Yuhang took one last drag on his cigarette, stomped out the butt on the ground, and said, "The old man in the village was the Dry Bone Stake buried years ago; all these years of accumulated resentnt made it grow aggressive.
On the first day it erged, it slaughtered the entire village—including chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, cattle, sheep—none of them survived.
The purpose of its stay in the village, I personally think, was to wait for the senior who suggested driving in the Dry Bone Stake back then, but instead, the senior's three disciples ca."
"Wait!" Di Junxiong couldn't hold it anymore and interrupted, "Are you saying the Dry Bone Stake can think?"
"How am I supposed to know if it can or can't?" Jiao Yuhang replied irritably.
After snapping back, he continued, "The end result of this incident was that the second disciple managed to escape and gathered a large group of comrades to rush to the village together.
Among the large number of people, there were so skilled practitioners.
But even so, they fought for a full day and night, using every possible ans, but still couldn't subdue it. Instead, the Dry Bone Stake fought back and scattered them in disarray.
The remaining people, having no strength left to fight, had no choice but to flee for their lives.
Later, so experts arrived and managed to eradicate the nace at the cost of mutual destruction!"
Xiao Feng pondered, using Jiao Yuhang's story to gauge the Dry Bone Stake's approximate level.
Whether he could defeat it himself was unknown, but against ordinary people, it would be as easy as cutting through vegetables.
What's worse is that according to Jiao Yuhang, the Dry Bone Stake could talk, and even grow younger after sucking blood, with no significant features except its fangs.
This ans that if Pang Tong were to place the Dry Bone Stake next to him soday, he might not even recognize it.
"Is what you're saying true?" Di Junxiong asked skeptically.
Jiao Yuhang replied indifferently, "Think of it as false if you want; after all, I didn't see it with my own eyes. Just take it as it is."
Xiao Feng pocketed the seven Soul-Sealing Nails, then stood up.
He had learned what he wanted, so there was no need to stay longer.
Before leaving, he casually asked, "Do you plan to find your master after you leave?"
The implication of the question was clear.
Jiao Yuhang remained silent for a mont before replying, "I'll deal with things as they co."
Xiao Feng nodded, asked no further questions, and turned to leave.
Di Junxiong also stood up, looked at Jiao Yuhang seated across from him, then recalling Xiao Feng's question before he left, took out another cigarette from the pack, lit it, and handed it over.
Outside, it was still the double act of wind and rain.
Xiao Feng and Di Junxiong, the master-disciple pair, stood at the entrance of the detention center, facing the cold wind head-on, feeling imnsely refreshed!
"Master, can we trust what that kid said?" Di Junxiong asked.
Xiao Feng contemplated and said, "You can believe it, but not entirely, but it's certain that in the ti to co, Pang Tong will be a significant threat to us."
Managing to escape under Hui Yi and others' siege, and now likely obtaining the legendary brutal Dry Bone Stake, it was enough to show Pang Tong's complexity and the difficulty in dealing with him.
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