Chapter 1695 - 308:

Zhao Yi: "Really, you know all this?"

Li Zhiyuan: "I know."

Zhao Yi: "But the younger generation is more carefree, mingling with the young crowd in the family. Yet, Zhao Yanglin is an elder in the family, mingling with the old foxes. I'm afraid Zhuangzhuang can't handle it."

Li Zhiyuan: "Right now, I might know your second uncle better than you do."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi immediately realized something and turned to inspect the two corpses.

The two corpses had started to decompose rapidly, turning into a mass of liquid soon, which was obviously unusual.

"Li, did you just use the Black Skin Book Secret Technique on both of them?"

"Yes, I read their memories."

"Ha, impressive, really."

Zhao Yi shrugged. He had once nearly lost half his life trying to use this secret technique to get rid of its side effects, yet Li used it to gossip with the dead.

Tan Wenbin: "Where are we going now?"

Zhao Yi: "Come, let's have breakfast first."

Even before dawn, this place had already opened for business.

The plump lady boss was chopping marinated meat, while the bald boss with a cigarette in his mouth was setting up tables and chairs outside, shirtless.

As soon as Zhao Yi appeared, the boss spat out his cigarette, and the lady boss dropped her knife, both facing Zhao Yi respectfully:

"Young master."

Zhao Yi waved his hand and said: "There's a job to do, and by the way, let's have an early drink with my friends who've come from afar."

The boss immediately bent over, preparing to return the tables and chairs he had just set up.

Zhao Yi: "No need, don't specifically serve only us. How can we drink without some local flavor?"

"Yes, young master, you and your distinguished guests please sit, I'll prepare it for you."

Liang Yan handed a black package containing two human faces to the lady boss.

The lady boss replied and took the package into the kitchen.

Zhao Yi invited everyone to sit and said to Li Zhiyuan; "After getting soaked by the rain and some stretching, a little drink can ease the fatigue."

Li Zhiyuan: "You guys drink."

Zhao Yi leaned back, calling out to the busy boss:

"Got milk? Soy milk, cow's milk, yogurt, any will do."

The boss awkwardly shook his head, then pointed to a store that hadn't opened yet, implying he could break in and take some.

"Any soda?"

"Yes, young master."

"Then soda it is."

Zhao Yi flicked his fingers, personally opened the bottle, inserted a straw, and pushed it in front of Li Zhiyuan.

"The two poor soul lovers ran off getting hunted by their family. I sent Old Tian to negotiate and kept them safe. The ancestral craft of clay figurine Zhang creates lifelike sculptures, but now he only does private jobs for me."

Lin Shuyou: "In this day and age, still breaking up lovers?"

Zhao Yi: "Exactly."

Lin Shuyou: "Is the lady boss clay figurine Zhang?"

Zhao Yi: "All of them are."

Lin Shuyou: "With the same surname?"

Zhao Yi: "Yes."

Lin Shuyou: "Cousins."

Zhao Yi: "Just one more character."

Lin Shuyou jawed open, taking a while before saying: "I somewhat understand why the family wants to hunt them."

Tan Wenbin stood up and handed out chopsticks, laughing: "Indeed, the life of Mr. Zhao is quite colorful, tonight spills drama."

Soon, dishes were served one after another, each placed atop an alcohol burner.

Zhao Yi: "Come, taste it. Though they aren't locals, their skills are undoubted."

Everyone started to pick dishes, occasionally sipping wine.

As they drank, the sky brightened.

In ancient times, anywhere with developed canal transport preserved the early drink culture. Hard-working canal workers would come off the docks, eat and drink as a reward, then sleep it off.

The lady boss came out with a bag: "Young master, it's done."

Zhao Yi: "Thank you for your hard work."

The lady boss waved her hand: "No, not at all."

After eating, carrying the finished face masks, they returned to their original lodging.

Lin Shuyou and Run Sheng went to sleep, the Liang Sisters also returned to their rooms.

Zhao Yi and Tan Wenbin gathered in Li Zhiyuan's room.

Two face masks were spread out in two basins filled with water.

"Zhuangzhuang, come on, take off your clothes and press your face onto it."

Tan Wenbin did so, as his face pressed on the mask, not only did his face twitch, but the water in the basin was being drawn out, flowing down his neck.

When everything stopped, Tan Wenbin lifted his head and not only had his face turned into Zhao Yanglin's, his body shape had also changed to resemble the late Zhao Yanglin as if nothing had happened.

The so-called clay figurine is not a toy, but molding a living person like clay.

Such craftsmanship, it's truly intricate.

Zhao Yi also plunged his face down, when he lifted his head, he'd turned into Zhao Xu.

Mr. Zhao didn't hesitate, immediately showcasing the awe and flattery a son shows his father:

"Father."

Tan Wenbin also entered his role, nodding slightly, and responded nonchalantly:

"Hmm."

Zhao Yi: "Not bad, it already has that feel."

The acting level was already sufficient, especially with Li by Tan Wenbin's side, Zhao Yi was confident Zhuangzhuang wouldn't mess up.

Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhiyuan: "So next, we go to my house?"

Li Zhiyuan: "Let's go there first."

A dwelling house that from the outside, looked no different from other village houses.

As Zhao Yi, Tan Wenbin, and Lin Shuyou approached, the old iron gate was opened from inside, and an elderly man stood there:

"Grandfather, young master."

The old man's gaze fell on Li Zhiyuan, though he didn't know where this child came from, he didn't dare to ask.

Another question he didn't dare ask was why the four house servants taken out yesterday didn't come back along.