Zhou Hen removed Mr. Fu's Blessing Hat, tore away his mask, and revealed a slightly plump, pale face.
Mr. Fu held his breath and pleaded in a distorted voice, "Put the hat back on. Please, help me put the hat back on. I've already been struck by Blessed Affliction twice. I don't want to be struck again. Please..."
Of his two fallen legs, one was as thin as a bamboo pole, while the other resembled a wooden barrel.
Xu Changren looked at Mr. Fu, undisguised loathing in his eyes.
Li Qingxian rose and walked toward Mr. Fu, staring into his eyes as he said, "Among men, we Night Guards charge forward without hesitation; in an Eerie Ground, I, Ye Han, am even more experienced. You want to use the power of an Eerie Town to harm me? You're a little too young for that."
As though he could not hear Li Qingxian, Mr. Fu continued holding his breath. "Help me put the hat on. Anything can be discussed once it's on. As long as you put the hat on, I'll listen to whatever you say. All right?"
"Then tell me first about the cooperation between the town magistrate and Prince of Chu," Li Qingxian said.
With his dantian sealed, Mr. Fu finally could not hold it in any longer. He suddenly choked and coughed, then drew a deep breath and held it as he said, "If you won't give me the hat, I'd rather die!"
Li Qingxian glanced at Zhou Hen, who put the Blessing Hat back on Mr. Fu.
Mr. Fu let out a long sigh of relief.
Li Qingxian looked at Xu Changren and smiled. "Blessing is a miraculous elixir. Blessing can prolong one's life. But it seems the people of the Upper Mountain District and the Lower