The Way of Spiritual Journey

Chapter 71, the birth of the knife

Li Lang hurriedly returned to the cooperative and reached out to push the door, but it wouldn't open.

Li Lang was taken aback at first, then realized that the two women inside must have locked the door from the inside with a bolt.

Okay, I admit I was being presumptuous. It's perfectly reasonable for a woman to lock the door when she sleeps, no matter where you look at it.

But this is my own room! Why did you come out on your own? Li Lang asked himself this question while convincing himself.

After a moment of contemplation, Li Lang made a decision. He reached for the window, gave it a gentle push, and surprisingly, it opened.

"Hehe, is this even a big deal?" Li Lang thought to himself with amusement, and leaped into the room like a cat.

They didn't seem to care about the cost of staying in someone else's house; the oil lamp was still lit, and the two women were fast asleep in bed.

"Sigh, so be it." Li Lang sighed softly, took out the two indentures and placed them on the table, then blew out the oil lamp and sat quietly at the table.

The cooperative's rooms are limited, and now that there are so many people, they're all occupied. Li Lang really has nowhere else to go, and even if he did go somewhere, he wouldn't find it very convenient.

Because Li Lang did not want to be disturbed by others at this time.

Because Li Lang's head started to hurt.

Li Lang had a headache because of the consequences of spending so much money. The moment he spent ten thousand taels of silver, the mental lever in his mind immediately began to stir.

Li Lang endured his headache and returned home, only then able to calm down a little and see what kind of surprise or fright he would receive this time.

"Yes, yes, that's it! Just a little more effort, it's almost out! I can already see the head!" Li Lang's consciousness had just entered his mind when he could hear this excited voice from afar.

Li Lang didn't dare to get too close, but instead observed from a distance in a corner.

After spending enough money, the crossbar, nourished by Li Lang's virtue, became plump and fat, and now it lies there moaning in pain, as if about to give birth.

The vertical bar was very excited, jumping around the horizontal bar and shouting encouragement.

What are they doing? Can't they be serious for once? Li Lang couldn't help but cover his eyes; he simply couldn't bear to look.

"Hurry up, push harder! I can't stand this dawdling. If you keep dragging your feet, I'm going to stomp on you." This guy was clearly short-tempered. His excitement came and went quickly, and he would start swearing and cursing at the slightest thing.

"You little beast, who do you think you are? I'm your father, okay!" Heng Gang was in pain, but he wasn't one to back down. His weak voice was full of resentful anger.

"Heh heh, you dare to talk back, huh?" The bar grinned maliciously, jumped up with a 'whoosh,' and landed hard in the center of the crossbar.

"Ouch!" The bar let out a miserable scream, and a phantom image rose up from the edge of the bar.

The kick from the vertical bar was really hard. Just hearing that scream made Li Lang shudder involuntarily, and cold sweat poured down his back.

"What kind of people are these? Can't they be normal?" Li Lang felt a chill in his heart. None of them were people he could afford to offend. Could you please leave?

Of course, Li Lang's request was nothing, and those who didn't want to bother with it simply chose to ignore it; conversely, grabbing his head and beating him up was also a common option.

Clearly, the vertical bar player didn't have time to argue with Li Lang right now; playing on the horizontal bar was the more cost-effective option at the moment.

"Hehe, if you don't listen to a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty cup. You'll lose money if you don't follow the rules. That's what we've passed down from the older generation. Anyone who doesn't follow the rules deserves to be trampled to death." You could hear the ferocity in Shu Gang's laughter.

"You little beast, you wait, I'm not done with you yet." After being stomped on, the horizontal bar's voice became even weaker.

"Hey! Who are you cursing?" At this moment, a strange and unruly voice rang out.

Li Lang's consciousness extended forward, and he saw a horizontal or vertical bar appear in his line of sight.

Oh, that description might not be accurate enough.

That's a diagonal bar.

A more accurate description would be: the horizontal and vertical lines represent the two that came out earlier, while the newly arrived one can be considered a stroke.

This stroke is like a knife, wide at the top and gradually tapering at the bottom. When it's swung away, it's absolutely effective at severing bones and tendons.

"It's it, it's it, it's the one!" Upon hearing that word, the bar jumped up and moved far away from the crossbar, shouting excitedly.

"It's that old thing. It takes advantage of being a few days earlier and never takes us newcomers seriously. Now is the time when it's weak. As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. Go up and cut it down, and I guarantee it will be obedient to you from now on."

"Oh? Is that so?" That glance was clearly intrigued, and then adjusted its posture, as if gathering strength.

"Huh? You brainless idiot, can't you see it's encouraging you?" The man with the horizontal bar, seeing things were going badly, disregarded his weakness and shouted loudly.

"Oh? Is that so?" He paused, his momentum abruptly halted, and asked again.

"Sigh, why does it have to look like a knife? It deserves to be used as a knife." Seeing this, Li Lang was speechless and couldn't help but silently complain.

"Who? Who's there?" The three barmen asked at the same time, turning around to look over.

"Oh no, this is bad, I'd better get out of here." Seeing this, Li Lang's consciousness withdrew from his mind without any hesitation.

Just kidding, none of them are people he can afford to mess with. If he gets caught, he'll be tormented.

By now, it was already broad daylight.

Nalan Mingyue and Rou'er woke up together and stretched. Since their family's decline, they had never had such a comfortable sleep in so many years.

"Ah!" The two women sat up on the bed and immediately saw Li Lang sitting at the table. Rou'er instinctively screamed, but before the scream could form, Nalan Mingyue covered her mouth.

"Don't call out, he's in deep meditation. The slightest disturbance could be fatal." Nalan Mingyue, as expected of a lady from a prominent family, had extraordinary insight and immediately understood Li Lang's state.

Rou'er's scream was a natural reaction, not a sign of real fear. Upon hearing Nalan Mingyue's words, she immediately calmed down and nodded to the latter.

Nalan Mingyue released her small hand, and the two women slowly stood up and quietly approached Li Lang.

"Miss, look." Rou'er, with her sharp eyes, immediately spotted the two indentures on the table.

In fact, Nalan Mingyue saw the contract at first glance, but her status and demeanor as a young lady prevented her from taking action.

Rou'er was different. She picked up the contract and glanced at it. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

At this moment, Nalan Mingyue could no longer restrain herself. She took the hand and glanced at it, then trembled all over and burst into tears.