Kid, Is There Something Wrong with Your Brain?

"Kid, is there something wrong with your brain?"

"You're the one with something wrong with your brain!"

Lu Jun stared strangely at the blind old beggar before him and shot back.

Lu Jun also cursed himself for meddling in other people's business.

He had just come down the mountain and was preparing to head home to feed the chickens.

As it happened, he saw the villagers throwing the blind old beggar before him out of the village.

The villagers of Huang Family Village were xenophobic by nature, but Lu Jun still couldn't bear to see them treat a blind, disabled old man this way.

So Lu Jun stepped forward and was about to help the old man up when the old man suddenly said to him, "Kid, is there something wrong with your brain?"

Lu Jun wished he could punch his previously kind self twice.

Hearing Lu Jun's retort, the blind old beggar didn't get angry. Instead, he leaned closer and sniffed vigorously around Lu Jun.

"Damn!"

Lu Jun's pupils shrank. He hurriedly crossed his arms in a defensive stance. "What the hell are you trying to do? You old pervert!"

The blind old beggar scratched his head nonchalantly. "You sure have a strong demonic aura on you!"

Lu Jun's heart gave a sudden jolt.

There was something wrong with this blind old beggar. He had just killed a demon, and the old man had already detected it.

"What's a demonic aura?" Lu Jun asked, pretending not to know.

"A demonic aura is the smell on demons." The blind old beggar spoke as though it were only natural. "Kid, how many people are there in your family?"

"Two."

"Then that explains it. Apart from you, the other one isn't human..."

"..." Lu Jun was speechless.

Fine, he had overestimated this old man.

Lu Jun turned around and was about to leave.

"Lad, don't rush off." The blind old beggar chuckled unconcernedly, then quickly darted in front of Lu Jun and lifted a black mongrel from behind him.

The black dog began panting when it saw Lu Jun.

Before Lu Jun could voice his confusion, the blind old beggar twisted his wrist, and a dagger appeared in his hand.

Under Lu Jun's astonished gaze, he lightly sliced the black dog's hind leg. In an instant, blood gushed from the dog's leg.

The blind old beggar then swiftly pulled a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and caught the dog's blood in it.

Lu Jun became even more convinced that the man had something wrong with his brain. He turned around, hoisted the winnowing basket onto his back, and tried to run.

Unexpectedly, the blind old beggar caught him firmly by the wrist.

The blind old beggar's grip was like an iron pincer, and Lu Jun couldn't break free for a moment.

Lu Jun frowned, and alarm bells rang in his heart.

Ever since he had mastered his divine ability, his physical constitution had become comparable to that of dozens of strong men in the village.

Yet this old man before him had actually restrained him.

He definitely wasn't an ordinary person.

Could he be...

A demon!!!

Lu Jun's eyes lit up, and he was just about to activate his divine ability.

But in the next moment, a porcelain bottle reeking of blood was thrust before him.

The blind old beggar stuffed the porcelain bottle filled with dog blood into Lu Jun's hand and instructed him softly, "Don't worry. You saw it yourself... This is black dog blood. It's harmless to the Human Race."

"Tonight, mix this dog blood into the food and give it to your family, or simply sprinkle it on the exposed skin of your family members. Then you'll know that everything I said is true."

Having said that, the blind old beggar gave two dry chuckles.

"The demons in your village fear black dogs. There are barely any black dogs in the village, so I had to search across two or three mountains to find this one. Don't disappoint this old man's good intentions."

After the blind old beggar finished speaking, Lu Jun felt the wrist he had been unable to break free from suddenly loosen.

When he turned around, preparing to say something, the blind old beggar had already vanished without a trace. Only the porcelain bottle, still carrying a trace of warmth, remained in his hand...

Lu Jun shuddered.

What was going on with that blind old beggar?

But it seemed that what the blind old beggar had said was true... In Huang Family Village, let alone black dogs, there were hardly even any dogs.

Lu Jun returned home and fed the chickens.

Then he called toward the master bedroom inside several times, "Old man, get ready to kill a chicken for dinner!"

After a long while, the bedroom door was pushed open, then quickly closed again. The old man, his beard and hair completely white, walked lazily out of the room in a hemp shirt and padded cotton clothes.

The old man's eyes, already small to begin with, were narrowed in a half-open, half-closed squint, making him look rather rat-like.

When he saw the old man come out, Lu Jun remembered what the blind old beggar had said.

Helplessly, Lu Jun said, "Old man, what treasure do you have in your room, anyway? You never let me go in. You lock the door tightly every time you enter or leave, and I even have to call you from outside when I wake you up."

The old man chuckled. "Haven't you heard that one shouldn't trespass into a maiden's boudoir?"

Lu Jun scoffed, "Bullshit. They're talking about a young woman's boudoir. What kind of boudoir could an old geezer like you have?"

The old man chuckled. "An old man of eighty is still a handsome flower. It's all the same, all the same. Anyway, just don't go in... Otherwise, something terrifying might happen."

Lu Jun curled his lips and couldn't be bothered to argue with him.

The old man was always shamelessly improper and utterly without embarrassment.

The old man swayed over and twisted his waist a few times before saying to Lu Jun, "You go cook the rice. I'll deal with the chicken. Get up early tomorrow morning—we have to go worship Huang Pi Dao Master."

"If we go too late, we won't be able to grab a good spot."

Huang Pi Dao Master was the sacrificial deity of Huang Family Village. The villagers worshiped him three times every month, on the first, fifteenth, and final day of the lunar month—the new moon, full moon, and dark moon.

Lu Jun nodded helplessly and turned toward the kitchen in the back courtyard.

Only after making absolutely certain that Lu Jun had reached the kitchen in the back courtyard did the old man sway over to the chicken pen and begin carefully inspecting the chickens inside.

Strangely, the instant the old man approached the chicken pen, the flock, which had been eating heartily, suddenly grew terrified.

They clucked incessantly and frantically crowded into the corner of the pen farthest from the old man.

The old man smacked his lips.

"Ah, this chicken seems to have gotten heatstroke. It won't survive. We'll eat this one today..."