With that old antique Yang Ling around,
Jiang Qiao managed to dig up the identities of several old acquaintances. That was the benefit of listening to an old person tell ancient stories—if you kept listening, you might stumble upon some unexpected gains.
Even if the topic suddenly wandered all the way to Grandmother's house.
But it was fine.
As it happened,
the pancakes at Grandmother's house were pretty tasty too.
What was that saying again? I talked about the city gate tower, while you talked about the hip joint.
This saying,
was originally used to describe two people talking completely past each other.
You told him that the stir-fried pork with chili peppers at the little restaurant downstairs was delicious, and he picked up the thread by saying that the young girl upstairs was a little chili pepper too, because she liked taking the neighbors to court at the slightest disagreement.
Over what?
Apparently, you had done unspeakably awful things to her in a dream and ruined her chastity.
Execute him!
You had to execute him!
And while they were at it, they could give her the few coins in your pocket as compensation for emotional distress.
Hmm.
That was a little indescribable.
He could smell the aura of 404.
Fine.
Since this "hip joint" was something Jiang Qiao needed as well, he didn't find anything wrong with it. Instead, he listened with great interest.
"By the way."
"Do you know someone named Liu Ping?"
Jiang Qiao asked.
"And another thing."
"What exactly are those New Humans? I used to see them operating all over Blue Star. I heard the Old Citizens were backing them. Are they connected to any of the forces in the Netherworld too?"
To be honest,
the New Humans meant absolutely nothing to Jiang Qiao now.