Chapter 404: What Fur

Thus, close to midnight today, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal specially went to the police station to bail Little Silver out. Song Qingshu, who had been serving as Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s housekeeper after leaving Mo Immortal Castle, stopped the black car that he was driving outside the entrance. Actually, Song Qingshu knew more about the police station than Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal.

When he had been with Mo Immortal Castle, Song Qingshu’s role as leader was to act as a liaison in his field of networks. Since Little Silver had just been detained, it would normally be completely impossible to bail him out at this time. However, Song Qingshu had taken care of it with his connections.

He might have already left Mo Immortal Castle, but over the years, he had planted a lot of spies in local agencies all over Songhai city; even Mo Immortal Castle was unaware of their existence.

Most importantly, these people were completely trustworthy because Song Qingshu had supported and helped all of them during their most difficult times; he had even saved some of them.

Hence, he wasn’t a bad person fundamentally, otherwise it would have been impossible for Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to let this person remain by his side to work.

When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal brought Little Silver out, it had just gone midnight. The rear car door opened, and Little Silver directly dove headfirst into the car like a paralyzed geyou ¹ .

Today… was so damn tiring!

First was the inhuman exchange of four thousand milliliters of holy beast blood for twenty crispy noodle snack packets, and then he had become the target of people from the Demon Hunters Association on his way home, which was immediately followed by him being sent to the police station to give his statement… Why had so many things happened in just one day?

Lying on the back seat, Little Silver couldn’t figure it out no matter how he puzzled over the matter.

Then he realized a very serious problem.

It was fine if he didn’t go out, but when he did, he suffered disaster! And if it wasn’t the hospital he ended up in, it was the police station…

“I definitely offended this year’s taisui ² !” Little Silver suddenly sat up straight and shook his head bitterly as he lamented loudly.

In the front passenger seat, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal almost spat blood when he heard this.

Offending the taisui…

How can the taisui be older than you?!

“Come to think of it, aren’t you a little too free every day, Senior Immortal?” Little Silver asked, hands clasped under his head.

“…” As the driver, Song Qingshu almost stamped on the brakes when he heard this question. Since he hadn’t participated in the crackdown on Immortal Mansion, he didn’t know Little Silver’s real identity. However, he had a feeling that Little Silver was more than just Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s distant relative.

In the current cultivation circle at least, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was so renowned that there basically wasn’t anyone who would dare ask him such an impolite question. Additionally, the term ‘distant relative’ was in fact quite vague…

Therefore, Song Qingshu had always been inwardly suspicious about Little Silver’s real identity; he just hadn’t dared say anything.

When Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal heard Little Silver’s question, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help twitching. “Brother Little Silver, why do you say that?”

Little Silver: “Look, every time I run into trouble, you’ll immediately come rushing to the scene. Also, I’ve realized that you’re very concerned about me. When I came out of the police station earlier, I heard people wondering whether you were my father.”

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took a deep breath. “…Brother Ling entrusted you to me.”

Otherwise why would he care about all this shit! Who wanted to go running to the police station all the time…

Little Silver was startled. “Master?”

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s face was expressionless as he turned to look at Little Silver, as if his heart was exhausted. “Brother Ling felt that you don’t know much about the ways of the world, and there are times when your words and behavior can easily cause misunderstandings. Especially when you’re at the police station; if you’re able to remain silent, then try your best to do so.”

Little Silver looked puzzled. “Why?” He felt that Officer Gao at the police station was a very good man…

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Think about it; if you say something out of place at the police station, it’s very easy for them to assume that you’re drunk or high on drugs, and they might drag you off to do a blood test.”

“There’s this kind of operation?!” Listening to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, Little Silver immediately understood how serious his situation was.

If he was really dragged off to get a blood test done and they detected his holy beast blood, then everything was over…

After that, it was silent in the car for a while. Both Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Little Silver were well aware of the situation, and only Song Qingshu looked bewildered… Listening to what had been said, this incident had something to do with Senior Ling again?

However, this reinforced Song Qingshu’s view of Little Silver at that moment.

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This Brother Little Silver’s identity was absolutely not simple, if he was connected to Senior Ling!

When the car was about to reach the villa, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal spoke up once again. “Finish what you have to do for Senior Ling as soon as possible.”

Little Silver: “Okay…”

Little Silver knew that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was talking about giving blood; he still owed Master six thousand milliliters of holy beast blood…

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “If your body is hurt in some way, remember to eat a packet of crispy noodle snacks; it’ll bring out the maximum effect…”

Little Silver scratched his head in puzzlement. “What does that mean???”

“Exactly what I said.”

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sighed. “You’ll know once you eat one. This is something Senior Ling gave you… Of course, if you’re willing to give me one, I have no complaints.”

Little Silver sunk into deep thought at these words, and he recalled what that brawny brother Pen at the Wang family’s small villa had said to him previously.

There were many times when three men talking would create a tiger ³ … Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal had done well for himself in the cultivation circle over the years. There wasn’t any treasure that he hadn’t seen, so why was he so attached to a packet of crispy noodle snacks?

Could it be… that the crispy noodle snacks which Master had given him really had magical effects?

Little Silver’s attitude started to change from complete disbelief to mild skepticism.

“You want a crispy noodle snack?” Little Silver patted Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal on the shoulder and laughed.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s entire body shuddered. “…”

Little Silver: “How about this, I’ll give you a packet. After all, I’ve been living at Senior Immortal’s house, and actually I’m a little sorry about the inconvenience.”

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “Really?”

“Of course! But I have a small request…” Little Silver said. “Tonight, I’ll have to trouble Senior Immortal to please help me brew a pot of immortal mountain snow lotus tea; the best would be the one that’s six hundred years old… Remember to count up to two hundred and thirty-three seconds after the spirit water has boiled before filtering the tea – that’s when it’s at its most fragrant!”

Song Qingshu broke out in a sweat. Six hundred year-old immortal mountain snow lotus… This was the most expensive tea in Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s villa, its value incomparable.

Even Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal himself wouldn’t normally drink it…

But contrary to Song Qingshu’s expectations, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal actually gritted his teeth and replied, “Fine!”

Little Silver stretched his legs out and crossed them as he sat facing forward, looking very pleased. “I’ll have to trouble Senior Immortal to please massage my shoulders at night…”

The corners of Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal’s mouth twitched. “Alright…”

His voice was trembling…

Song Qingshu was speechless. What kind of distant relative was this? This was just like taking care of a young master!

Little Silver hadn’t expected Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal to agree so readily.

It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn’t taken a bath in a long while…

For a holy beast like him, taking a bath in his human form didn’t work to clean him, so he had to turn back into his beast form.

Seeing how agreeable Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was, Little Silver said bluntly, “Lastly, when I take a bath in the evening, Senior Immortal, please brush my fur ⁴ for me…”

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal: “…”

Song Qingshu was also directly stupefied.

Fur?

What fur…