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"Mm."
The chubby old man nodded.
A strange look crossed his face.
"Something bad?"
"Ha."
The chubby old man tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"How come I didn't see it?"
"No one else saw it, either."
"Only he saw it..."
"The young man probably thought Old Meng was trying to scam him..."
"Putting on that spooky act..."
"I almost thought so, too."
"Old Meng should know better. There aren't any fake fortune-tellers setting up under bridges or by the roadside anymore..."
"Everyone knows they're frauds."
"What kind of half-immortal?"
"They're all fake."
The chubby old man shook his head.
"But Old Meng denied it."
"He didn't want any money."
"He just wanted to help the man get rid of the bad thing."
Uh...
Teacher Zou's mouth twitched.
"He really is a good person."
After a brief stunned pause, the chubby old man grinned.
"Exactly."
"Old Meng was doing a good deed for free."
"Too bad..."
"The man didn't want him to do it."
"Old Meng charged over looking like a ferocious demon..."
"It was hard to believe he was a good person."
The chubby old man gave a bitter smile.
"...Old Meng deserved to get beaten up."
Putting himself in the other man's shoes, the chubby old man could completely understand how he felt.
From the man's perspective, some strange, fierce-looking old man had latched onto him.
No one would have treated Old Meng kindly.
"If he really wanted to do something good..."
The chubby old man sighed. "Couldn't he have just talked to the man nicely?"
"Would anyone believe him if he did?"
Grandpa Zou rolled his eyes.
Uh...
The chubby old man was stunned.
Well, that was true, too.
"But if he'd