Chapter 1644 - 299:

The young master will be coming home today, and he has already prepared some food.

Ever since Li Sanjiang fell ill and took to bed, he hasn't gone to drink with Li Sanjiang. He only visited briefly each day and didn't join in for meals, as the pressure there was too much for him to handle alone.

When he turned around, a familiar figure appeared in Old Tian's sight.

"Young master!"

Old Tian stood up, smiling as he ran over.

Su Luo was taken aback at first. He had been addressed as "young master" before, and hearing it again left him somewhat dazed.

But upon closely observing Old Tian's face, Su Luo immediately smiled.

He had seen this old man in his childhood friend's memories. He was the one who raised his childhood friend. Now, he looked old, with white hair and a hunched back.

Just like his own mother, those who truly cared for him would age and eventually pass away.

"Young master, are you alright?"

Old Tian's hands patted Su Luo from head to toe, ensuring everything was intact, before saying,

"Young master, please have a seat. I'll bring out the food. I've been preparing it, just waiting for you to come home!"

Old Tian ran into the house.

Su Luo walked slowly to the yard and saw Beng Beng holding onto the crib's railing, watching him.

"What a beautiful child, like a jade sculpture, well-nurtured."

Su Luo habitually reached for his wrist.

When meeting the children of friends and relatives, it was customary to give a little gift.

He never lacked these delicate trinkets in life, and in death, many were laid with him in the grave.

Yet when he reached, he felt a gleaming golden Rolex with a coppery sheen.

"This..."

Beng Beng let go, sat down, and then slowly shuffled with little legs to the other side of the crib, still wearing an innocently adorable smile.

Old Tian, overwhelmed by surprise and genuine emotions, initially did not notice the young master's change, but Beng Beng recognized he was not the mischievous uncle who used to tease him.

"Young master, it's ready, coming~"

Old Tian brought out two plates, one with hot mixed noodles and another with tea cakes.

These were foods the young master loved since childhood. After each outing, Old Tian would make a special meal for the young master.

Su Luo accepted the chopsticks, picked up a tea cake, took a bite, and savored it, praising, "Truly delicious."

Old Tian's expression changed, and he took a few steps back, habitually flicking his wrists.

Gone were the daggers used in attacks of yore; instead, his palms held two small shovels.

"Who are you really, and why are you impersonating my lord..."

Before he could finish, Old Tian's throat felt like it was caught, unable to produce sound.

He looked at Su Luo with terrified eyes—not because someone dared to act against him, but startled by what kind of being dared to misbehave in this village, in this yard!

Su Luo placed the other half of the tea cake back on the plate, looking at the distressed Old Tian, he shook his head and said:

"It's not me."

In the Peach Forest, a gentle breeze came, blowing off pieces of peach blossoms, scattering them across the yard.

Su Luo turned to face the peach blossoms.

The petals drifted leisurely before him as if they might fall but never did.

Seemingly, a pair of terrifying eyes were watching him from the void.

This feeling of being spied on was something Su Luo was very familiar with, both in life and death.

He habitually wanted to let it happen, to allow it to have its way.

But he soon realized this was his childhood friend's body, so he quickly raised his hands in front, assuming a defensive stance.

Beng Beng in the crib gazed at Su Luo, then turned to the area in front of him.

Beng Beng could see the entity because it allowed him to see.

At this moment, Beng Beng began to mimic the entity's actions.

First, he moved his little face, trying hard to lower his brows, attempting to show a puzzled expression.

Next, Beng Beng retracted his face, showing a simple smile.

He stretched his hand to pull at the corner of his mouth, making one side not smile, while the other side did.

Finding his mimicry insufficient, and with the facial muscles still smiling, he used another hand to pinch and rub his face, prompting his body to recline in the crib.

It was challenging; no matter how precocious a child, at the age where controlling one's bladder is still difficult, to show a smirk was near impossible.

Evidently, the being beneath the Peach Forest noticed Zhao Yi's oddities.

Initially, it was puzzled.

For it confirmed that after tossing the Black Skin Book to Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi had not opened it and returned it to the boy untouched.

The current situation pondered: Did he reject its Black Skin Book Secret Technique, instead learning this Secret Technique from the boy?

After brief puzzlement, it quickly understood why Zhao Yi came here now.

In that moment, the scene Zhao Yi feared most and tried hard to avoid unfolded.

The entity under the Peach Forest didn't mind being used; for someone who had resigned themselves to death, no price was too high, but it required a trade.

That boy was sensible, always bringing a basket full of "fruits" that made it happy.

Yet this individual came empty-handed, ignoring even a real fruit basket.

Sigh, what did it take him for?

A peach blossom landed on Su Luo's forehead.

Beng Beng had just sat up, his mouth forming an "o" shape before covering his eyes with both hands, not daring to look because he was upset.