Jiang Hu's Road is Curved

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Old Man of the Icy Mountain

When this unexpected guest enters the cave, everyone’s facial expression clearly changes.

He Qing Lu lightly furrows his eyebrows, Jin Di Luo has joy written all over his face, whilst Pang Wan and Nan Yi are somewhat surprised.

Especially Nan Yi, he obviously freezes for a second.

“How’s this, little brother[1] finds out that he wasn’t able to kill me and grows pretty regretful at heart,” Sang Shang Sheng takes the straw hat off his head, exposing a mouth of clean white teeth, “I’m so sorry, for letting little brother be disappointed, actually, I know the art of rising from the dead.”

Nan Yi sounds a humph from his nose, appearing extremely disdainful.

“Ai yo, I say Little Lu Child[2], isn’t your second uncle back now, why are you still putting on your dead-person’s face,” laughs Sang Shang Sheng, stepping forward to pat He Qing Lu’s shoulder.

Without waiting for a reply, he then turns to Nan Yi, eyes shining as a torch, “This little brother, it is alright that you want to kill me, but how has my nephew offended you? Why you want to snap off his pretty neck?” Tze tze, his head is indeed really precious!

“Jin Di Luo failed to protect my master, may Palace Master punish me!” Jin Di Luo endures the pain and kneels to the ground.

Pang Wan’s face immediately changes colour —— isn’t this person the boatman on the emerald river? Why has he suddenly become the Solitary Palace’s Palace Master?

On the other hand, Nan Yi reveals a scornful look, “So you’re that old monster? Hiding in the river and playing tricks in the dark, do you dare to count yourself as something good!”

Sang Shang Sheng, no, right now he should be called Solitary Palace’s Palace Master, He Shao Xin, is not angry; he only lifts his eyebrows and very leisurely says, “Ai ya, little brother, everyone has a hobby or two, right? I like to be a boatman, just like you like to suck people’s blood and flesh, they are just some daily common pastimes, why should you be angry?”

As Pang Wan stays in shock, Nan Yi had already raised his hands to grab He Shao Xin with lightning speed.

He Shao Xin almost jumps up at the same time, calmly swinging his sleeves and eludes him, moving towards the east one moment then going towards the west the other moment.

“One, two, three, four……” He also counts at the same time.

When he had counted to six, Nan Yi’s body suddenly pauses, his shoulders shakes, then collapses to the ground with a crash, like a tall building that lost its foundation.

“Ai ya oh my mother, that scared me to death, almost thought I was going to be captured by this little monster.”

He Shao Xin pats his chest, making a scared “I survived” look.

“Little brat, I almost thought your soul-consuming nails doesn’t work anymore!” He clasps He Qing Lu’s arm, making a long exhale.

“I have already used five times the normal dose.” He Qing Lu pulls away that fiddling hand, showing an unconcerned look on his face, “Him enduring for such a long time, is really a miracle.”