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Regarding the events that occurred between one and two in the morning, there are still many uncertainties. My mind is a tangled mess, and now that things have progressed to this point, there’s no need to delve deeper. The disappearances of Third Granduncle Master, Liu Zi, and A Chen are facts; only by finding them can we truly understand what happened during that time.
As for Cold Bench, if he was truly determined to leave, there would have been no need for him to cover his flashlight with cloth like a junior disciple, nor to act discreetly during the shift change. With his skills, if he wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him.
Therefore, the most reasonable explanation is that something urgent came up for Cold Bench, requiring him to leave temporarily without feeling the need to inform us. It could be that his actions were secretive or perhaps he found it troublesome. In any case, he must have believed he could return before dawn without anyone noticing.
Of course, no one expected things to develop into what they are now.
I was curious about what Old Qiao and the others experienced during our separation. They must have been just as curious about our bruised appearances. Given the tense atmosphere earlier, it felt awkward for anyone to speak up.
Old Qiao, being the clever one, shot me a glance and asked, “By the way, Qian Yi, how did you two end up in this place?”
Seizing the opportunity, I recounted our fierce battle with the Black-Furred Civet in Cedar Forest, our discovery of Gemini Tree Hollow and the murals beneath the tree hole, and finally how we fell from Black Cloud Abyss. I shared everything without embellishment. As everyone listened, their expressions turned pale with fear.
To avoid stirring up more trouble, I deliberately omitted the part where I discussed Cold Bench's identity with my senior sister at the camp. However, throughout my narration, I couldn’t shake off thoughts about it. My junior disciple and Old Qiao were among the first to interact with Cold Bench; my junior had also mentioned that someone else stole Yao Tai—this contradicted my senior sister’s and my own deductions. Was there some misunderstanding? Or perhaps… someone was lying?
Finally, after everyone expressed their condolences regarding our experiences, I seized the moment while emotions were still high and sympathy lingered for my sister and me. I asked, “By the way, back in Spider Cave, I wanted to ask you about Yao Tai—the Bronze Square Box you pulled out from Giant Tongue’s belly—who exactly took it?”
My junior disciple was taken aback for a moment; perhaps he hadn’t expected my sudden shift in topic. He replied, “ Senior Brother, how did you know… that I pulled it out from that wretched tongue’s belly?”
I smiled and said, “Before you were swallowed by Giant Tongue, I searched your body while you were entangled by Bloodsucking Tree. If you had been carrying such a large box on you at that time, it would have fallen out long ago. So it must have been taken from inside Giant Tongue.”
Sister listened in confusion and asked, “What Giant Tongue? What Bloodsucking Tree?”
The junior brother finally found an opportunity to show off in front of the beautiful woman, and he animatedly recounted our experiences before we encountered Third Granduncle Master.
Surprisingly, even though the junior brother's words were often exaggerated and unreliable, from the perspective of a storyteller, it was quite enjoyable—a true auditory feast. Even for me and Old Qiao, who had actually participated in those events, it felt as if the scenes were being vividly replayed.
Sister didn’t expect that after we got off that train, there would be such a bizarre encounter. Every time she heard something heart-wrenching, she would look at me with a strangely profound gaze, as if I were some kind of heroic savior. It made me feel rather embarrassed, my ears turning red.
To be honest, I was feeling incredibly pleased inside; if you gave me a basin, I could open a dye shop.
Of course, the great leader Mao Zedong taught us not to become complacent. Throughout my twenty-plus years of battling wits with my junior brother, I had never dared to forget this lesson. Even now, under Sister's fierce barrage of sweet talk, I could still firmly uphold my ideals and revolutionary integrity. I remained true to the glorious essence of a revolutionary warrior and pulled the topic back from where my junior brother had intentionally strayed: “So that person you chased in Spider Cave was Zhao Qian, right?”
The junior brother thought for a moment and ambiguously replied, “Yes and no.”
I knew this kid had fallen back into his old habits; I couldn’t let it slide. “You son of a—” Just as I raised my hand, he quickly darted behind Sister and playfully cried out, “Sister, save me!”
His earlier animated performance had already won Sister’s heart, but in my panic, I had crossed a line. Sister immediately gave me a smack on the back of the head: “Watch your mouth!”
Now that the junior brother had Sister’s protection, he became even more arrogant and insufferable. He was also quite skilled at charming women; with just a few words, he made Sister laugh joyfully and her heart delighted. Before long, he had completely diverted the conversation elsewhere.
Even more strangely, everyone present except for me seemed to have been enchanted by him. They were completely unaware that he had quietly shifted the topic and instinctively lifted their heavy backsides off the ground to look around, clearly signaling that they thought the conversation was over and began searching for an exit to the outside world.
I was left all alone, stubbornly lying on the ground, pestering my junior disciple, "Who did you give the Yao Tai to? Is it Zhao Qian?"
At that moment, Old Qiao hurried over and kicked my heel, saying, "Brother Qian Yi, don't be sulking. Avoiding work is shameful."
After a while, as A Li passed by, he stopped and said, "Brother Brother Qian Yi, it's cold on the ground. Get up!"
Then came my senior sister, arms crossed and looking down at me with evident impatience. If I didn't move soon, I was bound to get another beating.
History has proven time and again that truth is often held by a select few, and when truth first emerges, it is rarely understood by the masses. This is the inevitable test and price of verifying truth, much like the saying: "To entrust great responsibilities to a person, one must first temper their mind, labor their muscles, starve their body, impoverish their means, and disrupt their actions; thus they can strengthen their resolve and increase their capabilities."
Thinking of myself as one of those chosen ones made me endure.
Just as I got up from the ground, my junior disciple approached me with a flashlight. Damn it, was he really lining up to come over?
Seeing him made me angry. Taking advantage of my senior sister's distraction, I grabbed his collar and whispered fiercely, "Don't you dare think—"
Before I could finish my sentence, my junior disciple excitedly interrupted me: "Senior... Brother, look behind you! Is that Lao Sun's Ancient Guge Silver Eye?!" (To be continued.)
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