"What are you?"
Hearing Li Gao's terrified question, Lin Feng fell into thought.
What an interesting question you've asked.
What am I?
I'm human, obviously.
What else could I be?
Do I not look human, or is it just not obvious enough?
Are you insulting me? Huh? Are you insulting me? Is it really that hard to tell?
Lin Feng looked at the man before him. His terror didn't seem feigned, so Lin Feng asked tentatively, "Then what do you think I look like?"
He deliberately lowered his voice, making it raspy and putting on an air of mystery.
Then he tacked on one last question: "Well, do you think I look human?"
That last sentence nearly made Li Gao wet himself. After seeing the "Maternal Grandma" who didn't exist, he had diligently studied all sorts of information, both reliable and unreliable.
Some of it was true, some false.
Among it was folklore about spirits seeking recognition.
Hearing the thing before him ask that question,
Li Gao was terrified out of his mind.
Had he just escaped the tiger's den only to enter the wolf's lair?
What this man had said at the end sounded exactly like a Nature Spirit seeking recognition.
When Nature Spirits were taking human form, they would borrow human fortune by stopping a "fated person" and asking whether they looked human.
Supposedly, if the person said he looked human, the Nature Spirit would become human, but the person who granted that recognition would lose some of their fortune and suffer one misfortune after another.
If they said no, the spirit's transformation would fail, and it would take its anger out on them, devouring their heart and liver.
Neither outcome was good.
That was why, in ancient times, anyone who encountered such a thing could only resign