"How is it? Do you believe it?" Ye Xingyu slowly retracted his fist and asked the cook.
The cook remained silent for a few seconds before asking, "What should I call you?"
Ye Xingyu smiled and replied: "My last name is Ye, Ye Ye, my full name is Ye Xingyu. You can call me whatever you want, I don't care."
Remembering the name, the cook asked again: "What do you want from me?"
"There are two main things." Ye Xingyu moved a stool and sat down, and said calmly, "First, I want to ask you about the current situation of 'Shura' and the whereabouts of the drunkard."
The cook thought for a moment and then replied: "After 'Tsing Yi' disbanded, I did not join 'Shura', so I don't know the specific situation of 'Shura'. All the information I know is from drunkards."
, it is said that after Luo Xiu died... By the way! Did Luo Xiu die? "
Ye Xingyu replied calmly: "He is dead!"
Luo Xiu was indeed dead, his body was destroyed by the catastrophe, and his soul woke up again after three years of slumber and was reborn as Ye Xingyu.
But for others, Ye Xingyu didn't want to and couldn't explain it too clearly. Just saying that Luo Xiu was dead was enough.
The cook sighed, as if in memory, and after three seconds of silence, he continued: "Shortly after Luo Xiu's death, Shura began to divide into two factions. One faction was headed by Honglian, and the other was headed by doctors. Later,
I don’t know what method the doctor used, but he persuaded most of the members to support him, and his power became more and more powerful, and he finally took control of the leadership of 'Shura' and expelled the Honglian faction."
Ye Xingyu already knew these things, so he stopped exploring and asked instead, "What about the drunkard? Where is he now?"
The cook shook his head: "I haven't seen Drunkard for a long time. The last time we met was more than a year ago. At that time, the Red Lotus faction supported by Drunkard lost in the power struggle. In order to avoid casualties, they decided to flee abroad. Drunkard was there.
He said goodbye to me before leaving, and after a quick meeting, he left and has not been heard from since."
This is all the information that the cook knows. It is similar to what Ye Xingyu knows and is not of much value.
The only exception is that Honglian left the Tianlong Empire with her supporters, obviously in an absolutely weak position.
The drunkard recently appeared in China. I don’t know whether it was because of organizational tasks or other personal reasons.
But he was set up by the big dog, fell into a trap, and was almost captured alive. He didn't know where to hide to heal his injuries, but he didn't come to the cook. He was probably afraid of being followed and causing trouble to the cook.
Since he couldn't find any useful information, Ye Xingyu ignored the matter and talked about other things: "The second thing is, I hope you will come out to help me. I am in urgent need of people now, but I have no one available."
The cook shook his head and refused without hesitation: "I have washed my hands in a golden basin and will no longer cause trouble in the world."
Ye Xingyu said: "No matter how many gold or silver basins you have, you can't wash away the smell of blood on your hands. No matter how many times you wash it, you will still smell of rivers and lakes. Unless you die, burn to ashes, and be buried in the soil,
Only then can you completely withdraw from this world."
The cook smiled bitterly: "Is this what people often say, 'You can't help yourself when you are in the world'?"
"That's what you mean!" Ye Xingyu nodded, "You may not want to kill anyone, but you still broke the precept today!"
"It's true!" The cook himself admitted, "The man wanted to kill me as soon as he came in. I didn't want to die, so I had to kill him!"
"So..." Ye Xingyu smiled, "In fact, you have always been in the rivers and lakes and have never left. You just thought you were ashore, but in fact, half of your body is still soaked in the water."
"I understand! But I can't help you for no reason!" The cook said simply. Even if the other person was Luo Xiu himself, he still had the right to refuse.
"I can pay the reward. The killer won't think the money is too much, right?" Ye Xingyu made the condition.
"Then you are wrong. I don't need money. The money I earn is enough for me to spend the rest of my life!" The cook still refused.
"Then I can help you heal your wounds. The hidden wounds on your body are very serious. If no measures are taken, you will not live to be sixty years old."
Ye Xingyu changed the conditions, and this one might be more tempting. After all, life is priceless and everyone is afraid of death.
The cook was silent, lost in thought.
He has just turned fifty this year, but he has been a killer for more than 20 years. He has fought countless times, and his life has been hanging by a thread several times. Coupled with the brutal training before his debut, his physical potential has been greatly affected.
The extreme oppression has already shaken the foundation and left many hidden dangers.
Today's cooks seem to be healthy and strong, but in fact they have only a few years to live. From time to time, they feel extremely painful, like being pricked by acupuncture, which is unbearable.
Over the years, due to the impact of injuries and pain, the chef's strength has declined and is not as good as when he was at his peak. This is one of the main reasons why he became frustrated and decided to retire.
But if the other party can really heal the hidden wounds left on his body, then he will not only be able to prolong his life, but also be able to return to his peak strength, and there is even hope of taking a step further and making another breakthrough.
It feels wonderful just thinking about it, how could the cook not be moved?
But the key is, does the other party have this ability?
The cook was very suspicious, fearing that he would be deceived and led into a pit.
The world is declining and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. Especially in their line of work, where one's family and life are at stake, one must be careful and considerate every step.
Seeing that he was still struggling, Ye Xingyu persuaded him: "Think about it, if someone dies and the money is not spent, wouldn't it be a big loss? You are alone and have no children, so you might as well live longer by yourself.
After a few years, I have spent almost all my money, and then I can go to the underworld to report in a leisurely way, and it will be worth it!"
The words were crude but not crude, and the cook was speechless to refute.
It would be nice to live a few more years, but who would be willing to rush to reincarnate?
The cook asked: "How sure are you that you can cure the hidden wounds on my body?"
"One hundred percent!" Ye Xingyu immediately gave a staggering answer.
"Seriously!" The cook's eyes lit up and he stared at the other person's handsome face.
"More real than real gold!" Ye Xingyu nodded vigorously, his eyes unwavering, "As long as you agree to help me, I can help you treat your injury first. If you think it is effective, then fulfill your promise. If it cannot be cured,
Okay, just pretend we didn’t say anything and go our separate ways!”
The cook immediately made a decision: "Okay! As long as you can cure the hidden wounds in my body, I will work for you unconditionally for three years, and everything will be at your command. What do you think?"
"It's a deal!" Ye Xingyu readily agreed, took out a small white jade porcelain bottle from his body, opened the lid, and poured out a round pill.
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