The Swordsmith Sacrificed Himself to the Sword; the Lewd Master Sacrificed His Life for Lewdness

"Ah? If I helped him solve his problem, would he really refuse?"

Liu Zheng asked in confusion.

"What seems like a problem to you might not be a problem to someone else. Tell me, would you choose to drink Sewer River water every meal, eat fish from the Sewer for one meal, or eat semi-solid matter from the Sewer for the next?"

Pond Master asked.

"Hmm."

He fell into thought.

"Get it now? Most people could only drink Sewer River water their whole lives. They would not even get the chance to save up for a fish. With this curse, at least he could still enjoy himself when he ate fish. When it came to semi-solid matter, he could just endure it and get through it."

Pond Master said.

"But what if there was so much semi-solid matter that it stuffed him to death?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Then I don't know. Anyway, when I knew him, his bad luck had not reached the point of being fatal."

"Then where do I find him?"

He asked again.

"That newcomer didn't tell you?"

"I just thought you might know. Your information would definitely be more accurate than some green young man's."

Liu Zheng chuckled.

"Looks like you've got some sense after all. He lives at 188 Hat Street. I remember he likes lewd magazines, so you can buy a few as gifts for him."

Pond Master said approvingly.

"After all these years, he hasn't moved, has he?"

He asked worriedly.

"No. That house has been passed down through his family. His luck only becomes relatively stable when he stays in his ancestral home at night. So as long as nothing major has happened to him, he definitely won't move."

With that man's constitution, something major happening basically meant he was dead.

"Okay."