Old Man Yao was not of the living world.
Before his death, this old gentleman had likely been a high-level wine cultivator.
As for why he had remained in the mortal world after death, no one knew.
"Seventh Master, let's not talk about this for now. Boss Qin's spell has been lifted. He ate several bowls of rice and just fell asleep." Yu Nan changed the subject. She found Li Banfeng increasingly unfathomable.
Qin Xiaopang was sleeping soundly, and Li Banfeng did not disturb him.
That night, Li Banfeng claimed that he was sleeping with Qin Xiaopang in the side room. In truth, he hid the key outside the courtyard and slept in the Portable Abode.
After getting up the next morning, Li Banfeng checked his pocket watch. It was still early, not yet seven. He had meant to catch another wink of sleep, but his throat felt dry. He had just come out to find some water when he suddenly saw twenty or thirty people standing murderously in the courtyard.
Li Banfeng thought the Jiang Xiang Gang had come for revenge. But upon closer inspection, the group included young men, adults, elders, and even the frail, all armed with every sort of weapon—daggers, machetes, iron rods, and more.
These people were clerks from the Yu Family Cloth Shop. Li Banfeng even recognized two of them.
What were they planning?
Yu Nan stood in the middle of the crowd, wearing a gray top hat and gray vest. That dark-red ladies' smoking pipe was still clenched between her lips, and a revolver was tucked at her waist.
There were guns in Pro State?
This was Li Banfeng's first time seeing one.
He wondered whether Feng's General Store sold such things.
Li Banfeng stepped forward to ask what was going on. Yu