Chapter 23: Wog's Confusion (Please Collect)

  A sorrowful atmosphere filled the room, with only the sound of Zhen Niang's crying and Meng Shi Tou's suppressed sobs audible.

  The almanac saw a face that had forever lost its smile, and at some point in the past, this old man made him feel so close, but now he was completely lifeless.

  The storm outside had subsided, but every now and then a loud clap of thunder would resound above, and the sudden flash of lightning illuminated the window and Zhang Lao's pale face.

  "The Bai family has met with disaster, and the town will soon be in an uproar." Old Man Meng wiped away his tears and hoarsely told Huang Li: "We can't stay here for long, we must hurry out."

  Huang Li frowned and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly wanted to escape and hide, but he was still unprepared.

  Old Meng misunderstood, he thought Huang Li wanted to go back on his word and agree to Zhang Lao's request, but didn't intend to follow through.

  "Huang brothers, all good men who travel the world are worth a thousand gold, and now Zhang's family only has Zhen Niang and Niu Niu left. If something else happens, Lao Suo will die with his eyes open! " Meng Lao said, reminding and stirring him up, he had already put Huang Li into the category of Red Beard-like rough characters."

  Huang Li blinked his eyes and said slowly: "I promised to do something, I will definitely do it. But if we leave now, isn't it obvious that we are guilty and fleeing in fear? Besides, Zhen Niang's foot is still injured, no horse, no carriage, even if we want to run, we can't run fast!"

  "What does Huang brother mean?" Old Man Meng asked.

  Huang Li thought for a moment and said, "First, let's find a secluded place outside the town to hide Zhen Niang for a few days, so she can recover from her foot injury. As for me, I'll try to get a carriage, plan a route, come up with a suitable excuse to leave, and then go pick up Zhen Niang to take her to Tianjin."

  Old Meng thought for a moment, the yellow calendar also made sense. If he left in a hurry, he would indeed be framing himself. With a woman with an injured foot and a young child, it was really difficult to escape the pursuit of the government.

  "Alright, I'll settle down with Zhen Niang and the kids at Chenjiazhuang on the east side of town. There's an old buddy of mine there who's reliable." Old Man Meng nodded and said: "When it's time to leave, Brother Huang will go ahead and inform Old Dumb who sells tofu and pancakes. By the way, you don't know that place, do you?"

  "I once took Huang Dage there." Meng Shitou chimed in from the side.

  "I know." Huang Li replied, taking another look at Zhang Laosu's body and sighing.

  …………

  The rain gradually subsided, first with a layer of fog-like mist, floating with extremely fine rain threads. The dark clouds rose and brightened. Then, from the unseen gap, a touch of dawn appeared.

  Woke up from a deep sleep, opened his sleepy eyes, and rubbed his temples hard. The hangover made his head ache terribly.

  Ah, Huang Li stretched out his waist, yawning and rubbing his eyes as he sat up from bed, shaking his head and rubbing his face.

  Wolfgang looked down at the blanket covering his body, scratched his head and asked in a somewhat dazed tone: "Huang, why are you still here?"

  "Am I being strange here?" Huang Li replied with a smile that was not quite a smile.

  "You, why didn't you run away?" Woke slowly lifted the blanket and stood up from the chair, saying: "Didn't you kill someone last night? The white surname town head, and his family's bodyguard."

  "Did you see that?" Huang Li asked with an innocent look, "It seems like you're drunk, we were together all night yesterday, I never went out."

  "I'm drunk?" Woke was a bit dazed by the yellow calendar, looking around and frowning: "Where are they? Where did those people go last night? And that woman, wasn't she the one you rescued?"

  "That woman, oh, I remember now." Huang Li smiled and patted his head, looking suddenly enlightened, saying: "Rescue her? I don't have that kind of skill. It was a heroic swordsman with a scarred face who single-handedly stormed the White House and rescued her. It has nothing to do with me."

  Wok shook his head, walked to the outer room, washed his face with cold water, and got drunk to forget. It wasn't a rare thing for him, but last night he really made a mistake. He remembered the woman carrying a yellow calendar, wearing a holster gun, and her wet appearance so clearly?

  Huang Li also walked out, pushed open the door, and fresh, humid air blew in. He took a deep breath and said to Vogt without looking back: "The wind and rain were very strong last night! Let's go have breakfast, I'm treating."

  ………

  In this magical land of China, there are many magical things. The spread of news is one example, where word of mouth can sometimes be faster than modern media.

  As the saying goes: good news doesn't spread far, but bad news travels a thousand miles. The White family had an incident last night, and by this morning almost everyone knew about it. Although there are different versions of the story, they all have one thing in common - the main character, Scarface Hero.

  Scarface, leopard head ring eyes, robust build, holding double guns, killing people at sight, killed three in and out of the White family.

  "Scarface is fine, but it's not leopard head and ring eyes, it's rabbit head and mouse eyes, light as a swallow, passing through the house and jumping over the ridge, like walking on flat ground."

  "No, it's a leopard head with ringed eyes, I heard it from Han Dage, the younger brother-in-law of the White Family Guardian."

  "What's the big deal about Han Da Tou, his little nephew is even more nonsense. I got this news from Sun Er Hao. He had a run-in with Knife Scar Face and was lucky to have escaped being shot dead."

  Huang Li pursed the corner of his mouth, deeply convinced by the national talent for making up stories. One sounded like Zhang Fei, and another had a hint of Shi Siming's style.

  Woke up confused, looking at Huang Li's calm and composed appearance, he scratched his head, he really couldn't tell if last night's memories were true or false.

  Through the window, security personnel walked in groups of three to five on the street from time to time, with guns held high and looking around nervously, appearing very tense.

  "Wo Ge, you told me last night to go to big cities like Tianjin and Shanghai to try my luck, maybe I can find a good psychiatrist." Huang Li suddenly said to Wo Ge.

  Wok felt a bit dazed, had he said that? Looking at Huang Li's serious expression, he must have.

  "Ah, it's like that," said Vogt. "The doctors there are of a high level and the hospital is well-equipped, so the hope for curing the illness is also great."

  Huang Li nodded, lightly tapping the table and said slowly: "I want to try as soon as possible. Think about it, if I had family waiting for me at home, how anxious they would be!"

  Vogel understood Huang Li's idea and sympathized with his situation, pushing the bowl and chopsticks away, saying: "It's natural to think this way. Past experiences, although sometimes a burden or torture, are also a treasure, an accumulation of experience. Moreover, changing environments may allow the physiological channels that transmit these memories to reopen, or connect them with your past events."

  "I'll start preparing now." Huang Li smiled and said: "When Zhang Yuan comes back, I'll say hello to him, then we'll go take a look at Tianjin first."

  "Something big has happened in town, I believe he will be back soon." Vogel conjectured.

  Wog's guess was accurate, of course, this is not complicated, and it is also a natural thing to come to such a conclusion.