Do I Look Good, Husband? (Nuclear-Powered Chapter)

"Did you mint this coin yourself?" Li Banfeng picked up a silver dollar and examined it carefully for a long time. From the style to the pattern, it was no different from the silver dollars he was familiar with.

The Peddler put the silver dollars into the container. "From the day Pro State came into being, all the silver dollars were minted by me. I push my cart around, not only to do business, but also to know how many silver dollars are needed in different parts of Pro State."

Li Banfeng was even more confused. "If you minted these coins yourself, why does Snowflake Port dare to use your name and claim that they can mint coins?"

The Peddler laughed, "Since the beginning of Pro State, there have been thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people doing business under my name. These people all have their own names: Peddler Gang, Hundred Merchants Sect, Gold and Silver Association, etc."

The Grocery Store —I've destroyed hundreds of gangs alone.

Their goals and methods differed; some sought fame, while others pursued profit.

Some pretended to be convincing, while others did it terribly.

Snowflake Port was quite proper. I personally explained to others that Snowflake Port had nothing to do with me, but some people still didn't believe me. They said it was a rule of Snowflake Port, and that I couldn't mention Snowflake Port outside the village.

At first, ordinary people thought Snowflake Port was my business. Later, many friends also believed Snowflake Port's nonsense. Still later, quite a few enemies, instead of seeking revenge against me, went to Snowflake Port to test me first.

"You're saying my enemies aren't seeking revenge anymore? What kind of situation is that?"

Li Banfeng thought for a moment and said, "I think this is a good thing."

The Peddler nodded repeatedly, "I also think this is a good thing!"

That's indeed the case; in this rumor incident, Snowflake Port really did take the blame for the Peddler.

The Peddler grabbed a handful of silver dollars, sighed, and said, "Whether it's the Inner State or the Outer State, there are quite a few people eyeing the silver dollars. The silver dollars, like the Entry Medicine, are the lifeblood of Pro State. These people should have targeted me, but instead they turned their attention to Snowflake Port. I admit, Snowflake Port did take a knife for me, but I still can't tolerate them. The things these bastards have done have made me utterly unbearable."

I destroyed Snowflake Port six times, but after a while, someone would rebuild it. Snowflake Port's reputation was just too strong. Even after I killed everyone in Snowflake Port, they insisted that I was eliminating imposters. This reputation just wouldn't break.

Twenty years ago, Master Kong Fang, the current head of Snowflake Port, approached me. He said he wanted to make a bet with me for twenty years: if I could completely destroy Snowflake Port within those twenty years, he would admit defeat and hand over his life to me.

"If I cannot destroy Snowflake Port within twenty years, I will admit defeat. He himself will dismantle Snowflake Port and clarify to the world that I have no connection with Snowflake Port."

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "This betting method is good; you'll win either way!"

"There's no such thing as a free lunch," the Peddler said with a wry smile. "If I lose, I'll have to set up Master Kong Fang's Daoist school."

"What sect?"

"A scam repair."

Li Banfeng: "Didn't you say there was no such sect?"

The Peddler sighed, "If I agree to his request, wouldn't this Daoist sect be established?"

"Is Master Kong Fang a fraud?" Li Banfeng pondered for a moment and said, "I've met him. He's a man of real ability and can keep Zhang Gunli in check."

"Who says swindlers are necessarily incompetent? Master Kong Fang was originally a master of his own school, but he wanted to create his own Daoist school and become its founder, so he set his sights on the seemingly illusory practice of swindling cultivators. Didn't I tell you the three key points of swindling cultivators before?"

Li Banfeng nodded and said, "I remember. First, as long as you don't make a move, your cultivation level is real. Second, as long as you make a move and it's not seen, your cultivation level is also real. Third, even if it's seen, but others can't understand it, your cultivation level is still real."

The Peddler nodded. "Snowflake Port never forges coins in front of others. Even the members of Snowflake Port don't know how silver dollars are minted. Without lifting a finger, their skill is genuine. As far as deception is concerned, Master Kong Fang is very clever."

Li Banfeng asked, "Is Master Kong Fang a merchant?"

The Peddler shook his head. "You saw him fight Zhang Gunli, can't you see through his magic?"

As Li Banfeng recalled the details of that day, the Peddler beside him reminded him, "I drew up a contract with him, so I can't directly expose his past. I can't tell you his true identity directly."

You must remember this: he is one of the top figures in Pro State Pro State. With your current combat strength, it's best to avoid contact with him.

One or two?

"Could it be someone similar to you?" Li Banfeng scared Master Kong Fang away with Pellet Drum.

From this perspective, there is still a considerable gap between the two sides.

The Peddler thought for a moment and said, "I think I'm a bit stronger than him. If we're talking about combat strength alone, he's probably about the same as someone surnamed Sun."

Is the Peddler referring to Sun Tiecheng?

He mentioned Sun Tiecheng to my face, so it seems he knows about my relationship with Yuxiu.

Li Banfeng tentatively asked, "Is Master Kong Fang's cultivation also Above the Clouds?"

The Peddler shook his head. "Master Kong Fang is not Above the Clouds, nor is that friend surnamed Sun, and several other old friends are not Above the Clouds either. You will face this situation in the future."

Which path you choose is up to you.

What's the meaning?

Is there even a choice?

A man approached the two. He looked to be in his fifties and was dressed in new clothes. He unbuttoned his shirt and pointed to his stomach, where there was a wound more than half a foot long. The wound was festering, red, swollen, and covered with pus.

The Peddler asked, "Want to buy some plaster?"

The man nodded repeatedly; he had a wound in his throat and couldn't speak.

The Peddler asked again, "Do you have any money?"

The man pulled out a few silver coins from his pocket. Worried that he wouldn't have enough money, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of pleading.

The Peddler accepted the silver dollars, then took some medicinal wine, poured it onto a cotton cloth, and first cleaned the man's wound to remove the pus. The Peddler then tore off two plasters and stuck them on the wound. "Don't get it wet for three days. Find a place to rest, and whatever you do, don't let the wound reopen."

The man bowed repeatedly to the Peddler and walked away with a grateful expression.

The Peddler weighed the few silver coins in his hand and sighed, "I've made a profit or loss, and we're even. This deal is another loss."

Li Banfeng said, "Knowing you'll lose money, why do you still insist on doing this business?"

The Peddler smiled wryly and said, "There are plenty of unprofitable businesses out there, and I've lost quite a bit on you too."

But this time I benefited from you; you shielded me from the rumors.

Li Banfeng shook his head. "I can stop rumors, but if things get serious, I can't stop them. If one day you really meet Heavenly Person, do you have to fight her?"

The Peddler packed the remaining plasters into the display case, glanced at the sky, and said, "That was the agreement we made."

"Someone asked me to pass on a message to you. She said you two should stop fighting."

The Peddler looked at Li Banfeng: "Wasn't it Red Lotus who said that?"

Li Banfeng nodded slightly.

The Peddler laughed and said, "She's overthinking it. My connection with the Heavenly Person is real."

Lu Qianjiao bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly, and said, "Are all the relationships I have with others fake?"

Li Banfeng was taken aback. When did Lu Qianjiao arrive?

The Peddler shook his head and said, "Qianjiao, our friendship will last forever, so there's no question of it being real or fake!"

Lu Qianjiao looked at Li Banfeng and said, "He and that bitch in the sky said the same thing, right?"

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Li Banfeng paused for a moment, then said, "Did he say that? I don't know!"

The Peddler asked with a smile, "You two know each other?"

Lu Qianjiao nodded and said, "I know him. He came to my house that day and asked if you were there."

Li Banfeng raised his head and said, "Sister-in-law, you have to say it all."

The Peddler looked at Li Banfeng: "Let's put aside whether she told us everything or not, how do you know where she lives?"

"I... well, I just found it while I was walking around—" Li Banfeng had promised Zhao Lanmeng.

We mustn't tell anyone.

But if I don't tell anyone, things could get complicated.

The Peddler's eyes changed slightly. "Brother, this isn't your first time at her house, is it?"

This is my first time—

"It's definitely not the first time," Lu Qianjiao. "Senior Brother Li is such a good person. He always comes to see me when he has nothing to do, unlike you, you heartless man, who forgets me completely in the blink of an eye."

Li Banfeng panicked and said, "Sister-in-law, you two are having a fight, you shouldn't drag me into it!"

Lu Qianjiao gritted her teeth. "Who's my husband? Do you think I can't live without him? Senior Brother Li, from now on we'll live together!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Lu Qianjiao picked up a rock and threw it at the Peddler.

The rocks exploded, turning into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The Peddler hid behind the container, too afraid to fight back.

Li Banfeng didn't want to get involved in this matter, so he turned around and left.

Palm!

A stone hit Li Banfeng on the back of the head.

I'll endure it; this place is not safe to stay any longer.

Chen!

Another stone hit Li Banfeng on the back of the head.

I endured it; I had more important things to do.

Whoosh!

The third stone flew towards the back of Li Banfeng's head, but Li Banfeng turned around and caught it.

No, I can't take it anymore.

Why should I suffer because you two are fighting?

Li Banfeng picked up the stone and threw it at Lu Qianjiao.

Lu Qianjiao was venting her anger and wasn't prepared for the attack; the stone hit her right on the head.

This stone completely set Lu Qianjiao on fire.

"Fine, you're going to attack me? I knew you were sent by that bitch!" She grabbed a rock and started throwing it at Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng didn't back down either, dodging with his Carefree and Unrestrained while picking up rocks to fight back.

After fighting for a while, Li Banfeng realized he couldn't beat Lu Qianjiao and ran away.

Lu Qianjiao wiped the blood off her face and stared in surprise at Li Banfeng's retreating figure.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the Peddler tried to run away with his cart, but Lu Qianjiao pulled him back. "This man's stones are so accurate, he has the talent of my Daoist sect."

The Peddler nodded. "Since he has talent, we shouldn't miss this promising talent. You should talk to him first and see if he's willing to join your sect. If he doesn't agree, I'll try to persuade him later!"

Lu Qianjiao lifted the Peddler's chin. "Don't rush to talk about his affairs. First, explain yours clearly. Where have you been these past few days?"

Li Banfeng returned to his Portable Abode, but there was barely enough room to move in the main room. His family was still eating.

The room was a complete mess.

Li Banfeng brought back so much food that everyone was so full they kept burping.

"What are you all doing crammed in here? There are so many rooms, why do you all have to eat together?"

Hong Ying wiped her mouth and said, "There's nowhere else to go. Xiao Wan has taken over the Seventh Chamber, and the other rooms are all filled with the old man's stuff."

"What's piled up like this?" Li Banfeng pushed open the door to the second room, which was filled with rickshaw parts.

Pushing open the door to the third room, I found leather buckets, iron buckets, wooden buckets, spittoons, water tanks, and bathtubs.

All the containers used for holding water were filled with thick grease.

The Fourth Room was also filled with oil, even more so than the third room, and the Fifth Chamber was filled even more, leaving no room to walk.

Li Banfeng asked, "Old man, what are you doing with so much oil?"

"This is too much?" The old man snorted. "I've refined all of this, otherwise we wouldn't be able to fit it all in our house."

No wonder his Face Not Big. If the old man had been a little rougher, he could have peeled off a layer of skin from his face.

We walked all the way to the Seventh Chamber, where the Wife was still interrogating the Carriage Driver. The room was a little cleaner.

The imposter Carriage Driver, still clinging to life, asked the record player, "You really don't want to talk?"

The imposter Carriage Driver shook his head. "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't know."

The record player said to Li Banfeng, "The Inner State sent a total of five spies, and three of them are dead. Besides him, there is another one whose identity is currently unknown."

Li Banfeng asked the fake Carriage Driver, "Is your mission, as instructed by Inner State, to seize Yellow Earth Bridge while the Peddler is away?"

The imposter Carriage Driver shook his head. "My mission was to keep watch in Pro State. Before that, I worked as a cook at the Thousand Delights Pavilion, mainly monitoring the He Family's movements. A few days ago, I received a document from the imperial court, ordering me to return to Inner State to be re-trained, which is why I became Carriage Driver."

"How did you know about things related to the Carriage Driver?"

"Zhang Gunli told me."

Zhang Gunli is a menace; we must find a way to get rid of him.

"Did you give birth to all those rickshaw Carriage Driver?"

"They were separated from me, both their soul and flesh; they are connected to me."

No wonder there wasn't much ashes falling from the sky; it turns out that the souls of those Carriage Driver were incomplete to begin with, and could only be considered a part of the Carriage Driver leader's soul.

"Can every Inner State resident have children like you?"

The imposter Carriage Driver shook his head and said, "I didn't have this ability originally. After I was reborn, I don't know whose flesh and blood I have now. As long as I concentrate my mind, I can create another Carriage Driver."

"What about their rickshaws? Did you also allocate those to them?"

"Their chariots were created from my chariots. Each time an extra Carriage Driver was created, I had to find some rubber and iron bars and other materials for the chariot. It only took an hour or two to create a new chariot. Only with a new chariot could the new Carriage Driver get moving."

This imposter Carriage Driver shows that technology in Inner State has improved considerably.

"What was your name and what did you look like before you came to Pro State?"

The imposter Carriage Driver thought for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I can't remember, I can't remember anything at all..."

Before he finished speaking, the Carriage Driver trembled, and his shoulders and chest suddenly broadened.

The Carriage Driver had experienced a similar situation once before at the Portable Abode, and the record player reminded Li Banfeng, "Sir, stay away, don't get splattered with blood!"

Sizzle~

The imposter Carriage Driver's clothes were torn, and his right shoulder peeked out from under his clothes, his shoulder swelling up.

It was swollen to the size of a human head, with bluish blood vessels bulging under the skin.

Sizzle~

The skin on his shoulder split open like a rag, and blood was splattered everywhere.

A hairy head emerged from the shoulder, its face, covered in bloodstains, blank and lifeless.

The Carriage Driver's flesh tore open inch by inch until a complete body detached from his body.

Li Banfeng looked at the newly emerged Carriage Driver, who was actually wearing clothes.

To be precise, the clothes he was wearing were part of his skin.

The tattered clothes on the Carriage Driver's body writhed and wrapped around his wounds, greedily sucking at his Carriage Driver and blood.

Until the bloodstains slowly faded and the clothes were restored to their original condition, the original tear left no trace.

The Carriage Driver's collapsed right shoulder slowly recovered, and his whole body, along with his clothes, was restored.

He looked at the Carriage Driver who had just split apart on the ground and muttered, "Give him a coach."

He survived, he could fight, and as their numbers increased, so did the number of things I forgot.

Actually, they are me, but they can't remember the things I can't remember either. In a few days, I might end up like them, unable to remember anything, and all I'll do is fight.

I might have originally been like them, falling from who-knows-who, no wonder I can't remember anything.

The record player looked at Li Banfeng and said, "Husband, we've asked everything we needed to ask, and he's told us everything he knew."

Li Banfeng nodded, and the record player swallowed the soul of the Carriage Driver.

There was too much flesh and blood; the family simply couldn't eat anymore. Li Banfeng carried Red Lotus to the main room.

Cleaning up the leftovers. "I've taken the message you asked me to give to the Peddler."

Red Lotus opened her flowers and leaves and asked, "Did he reply?"

"Yes! He said you're overthinking it; his connection with the Heavenly Person is real."

Red Lotus cleaned up the blood and flesh on the ground and said to the record player, "We agreed beforehand, and I've delivered the message. I'll make you a body."

The record player scoffed, "Just a puppet, who cares?"

"Whether it's rare or not, just watch my skills." Red Lotus was very confident.

Hong Ying her eyes at Red Lotus: "Xiao Wan, why bother with her? We might as well have Seventh Son get some good seeds and grow a body."

The record player laughed and said, "Why plant that? It's just like a puppet, it's all fake. What's the use of something fake?"

"I'm really looking forward to it!"

"Who?" The record player looked down and saw the projector lens flickering. "What did you just say?"

"Madam, you are looking forward to your body. There is a red color on your body that carries anticipation." As he spoke, the projector ran behind Li Banfeng, who was afraid of being beaten.

"You've been proven to be a demon?" The record player raised its stylus, and I really felt an urge to punch it.

Li Banfeng, holding the projector, said, "I'm looking forward to it. Why is it red? Is it the color of blood?"

"Seventh Director, the color you're hoping for isn't so vibrant; it's like a flame, a newly lit flame that looks fragile but isn't so easily extinguished."

Li Banfeng stared at his Wife for a moment, then asked the projector, "What color is the Tang Blade?"

The projector was turned around, and the lens was pointed at Tang Blade: "He has a satisfied yellow hue on him."

The sun was a golden yellow, and he was almost asleep in the sunset.

"You're wrong," Li Banfeng stared at Tang Blade for a while, "He's already asleep."

Take another look at the gloves.

The gloves tried to avoid the projector lens. "What are you looking at me for? Honey, I don't photograph well."

Let's look at Sister Calabash instead.

The camera remained focused on the gloves, and the projector said, "He's covered in green. What does green mean? Are you scared?"

The gloves remained silent for a moment, then gave the projector a thumbs-up. "You're amazing! I just borrowed a spoonful of Snow Cream from the Peddler, intending to have the master study it carefully."

But then I thought, with my meager skills, I'm sure the Peddler wouldn't miss a thing. I'm worried the Peddler might misunderstand our boss, and I'm wondering whether I should tell him."

The glove spat out a porcelain bottle filled with Snow Cream: "Master, I was wrong about this, please punish me!"

Li Banfeng picked up the bottle and smiled, "This little thing is nothing. A'Ji, look at me again, what color am I?"

After watching the projector for a while, the firelight behind the lens flickered incessantly. "I can't watch anymore, it's making me dizzy!"

Why are you feeling dizzy?

"Seventh Director, to be very sincere and somewhat rude, you have many colors on you, as vibrant as the Feather Duster in the corner."

The whole family was watching the projector's commotion and assumed he'd eaten too much and was just talking nonsense.

The record player sensed something unusual. "My dear husband, the projector has been eating a lot of good food lately; that kid's cultivation level must have improved quite a bit."

It's a good thing that he's cultivating his skills, but no one in the family, including the projector himself, knows what kind of sect he belongs to.

Li Banfeng put the projector in his pocket and said to the record player, "It's time to go to the lab today. I'll go get the batteries first, and let A'Ji see what colors are outside."

Once outside, the projector's performance decreased significantly. "The surrounding colors were too vibrant."

I can't see any change in color.

Li Banfeng, holding two sets of batteries, asked, "Can you see their joy?"

The projector observed carefully for a while. "I may not be too familiar with these two girls."

The lab was powered on, and Li Banfeng picked up his Wife. Today's experiment was quite complicated, and he had been busy from early morning until late at night before he had barely made any progress.

Li Banfeng first returned the record player to Portable Abode, and also took the batteries home with him. "I'll charge the batteries later, and then take my Wife out for a stroll."

The record player had just taken a short rest at home when Hong Ying suddenly called out from Ninth Room, "It looks just like you! It looks so much like you, Xiao Wan! Come and see!"

Red Lotus finished making the puppet.

"What's so interesting about this?..." The record player was a little nervous. When it pushed open the Ninth Room, it froze and didn't move.

The Red Lotus unfurled its petals and pushed a woman in front of the record player.

What do you think of my cooking skills?

The record spun on the tray, but the stylus seemed to have nowhere to go.

A puff of steam shot out of the horn, and the record player replied, "So-so."

Red Lotus smiled, "You should still be able to possess someone for a short time. So, take this body and go shopping with your man at the market."

Strolling through the market.

The record player didn't want to speak, but it couldn't help but say, "Okay."

She possessed the puppet, with only one thought in her mind.

Take your husband out for a stroll and spend some quality time with him.

Red Lotus stared at the puppet for a moment and vaguely saw the smile of the Ninth Room Sister.

If you ever have the chance to go out, don't forget to take me with you.

Upon arriving at Black Stone Slope, Li Banfeng returned to his Portable Abode to retrieve the batteries. Just as he was about to charge them, he suddenly saw a woman emerge from the second room.

Li Banfeng paused for a moment, then asked, "Young lady, who are you?"

Midon!

The Tang Blade fell to the ground. "Marshal—."

The projector crawled out of the pocket, its lens flashing incessantly. "Art! This can't be described as art anymore; it has surpassed the pinnacle of art!"

He rubbed the glove between his thumb and forefinger for ages, until the seam finally came undone. "Is this even human?"

The tea leaves from the aged teapot pushed open the lid. "No, I can't look any longer, just one more look..."

That's how I lost my life.

Hulu didn't dare to look too long, and swayed his body as he said, "It's a pity I'm not a man. What a shame! The Music Box circled around that woman, and she kept dancing, but she couldn't make a sound."

Pendulum lowered his voice and asked Dream Virtue, "Is this really our lady?"

Dream Virtue whispered in response, "At first I didn't believe it either, but when I saw it for the first time, I almost fell off the wall."

The earring jumped into the woman's palm. "Madam, let me stay on your ear for a moment."

It'll be done in a minute.

The Judge's Brush, which was fast asleep, peeked out from under the newspaper and took a look.

He stopped sleeping and stood quietly against the wall, not feeling tired at all.

Li Banfeng carefully examined the woman and asked, "Is she my Wife?"

Zhao Xiaowan: "Husband, is it beautiful?"

Li Banfeng sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking the record player, and said, "It's quite nice."

Zhao Xiaowan sat down next to Li Banfeng gently took his hand. "Husband, this is what I was originally like."

"It really is quite beautiful." Li Banfeng turned around and slowly hugged the record player.

P. S.: Just how beautiful Zhao Xiaowan?