After seeing the young man off, Yi Feng had just returned to the courtyard and sat down when another voice came from outside the gate.
Yi Feng smiled helplessly.
Just from the voice alone, he knew who it was. When he stepped outside to look—
Sure enough.
It was Wu Yonghong, that chuunibyou old man who loved playing chess despite being terrible at it.
What surprised Yi Feng this time, however, was that Old Man Wu had not come alone. Three other old men around his age had come with him.
After giving the three old men a quick once-over, Yi Feng subconsciously smacked his lips.
They really were hard on the eyes!
One of them was skin and bones, dark as charcoal. Who knew whether he had been malnourished since childhood or what? He probably did not even weigh sixty pounds on a scale. He looked so frail that Yi Feng was afraid to touch him—what if a little bump made him croak on the spot? That would be trouble he could not afford to stir up.
The other looked slightly better, but his outfit was truly beyond praise. His entire body was covered in things that looked like chicken bones or who knew what, and he even wore a huge ring with a Skeleton Head on his thumb. He looked exactly like some non-mainstream freak from another world.
As for the last one, he did not look poor.
He had a mouthful of huge gold teeth, a large abacus hanging from his back, and was rolling two battered eggs around in his hands. With his chin raised, he wore an expression as inscrutable as heaven's secrets. His attire had a bit of flair, but his bearing still fell short by a hundred and eight thousand miles!
Of course,