Little Bad King saw the little moon tattoo on the left side of Cao Shouyi's lower back, confirming his suspicions. But Cao Shouyi saw him too.
No, more precisely, the two shared an intensely bizarre, passionate stare. For some reason, Cao Shouyi, who had taken the Yin-Returning Pill, suddenly sat bolt upright, his body rigid and his eyes fixed unblinkingly on Little Bad King, like a venomous ghost.
Late at night, in the dimly candlelit sleeping quarters, with silence all around, a lone man and an old geezer stared at each other... The atmosphere was downright strange. If neither said anything, they might both die of embarrassment on that bed.
Although Little Bad King had already obtained his clue, he did not want to expose himself just like that, and certainly wanted to make one last struggle. Forcing down the urge to leak a few drops, he chuckled and reacted swiftly. "Hehe, shopkeeper, after seven days of hard study, I've finally learned arithmetic above a hundred. I think I can handle the pantry job now, so I came specifically to ask you to test me. Do you have time? I can do some calculations for you right here...!"
Cao Shouyi sat stiffly upright on the bed, his eyes utterly vacant, his face as hideous as a ghostly bailiff's, while heavy, hissing breaths kept coming from his throat. He already looked like an old man with little time left, with white hair, a face full of wrinkles and brown age spots. Now, wearing a copper coins-patterned rich man's satin robe that looked very much like a shroud, coupled with an expression more terrifying than a ghost's, he was the very image of a reanimated old corpse that had lain in state for seven days before suddenly sitting up in its coffin