"Father... Why did you leave me..."
A cry of grief resounded throughout Liuguang City.
It caught the attention of the crowd passing by the Mo family estate.
Old Master Mo had finally passed away, and it was his son, one of the Mo family heirs, who was wailing.
With Old Master Mo's death, this son became the new head of the Mo family.
Originally, this matter had nothing to do with the people around.
A rich man died, yet there were still thousands of poor people alive.
However, that did not stop them from continuing to suffer.
But then, Old Master Mo's son set up a "flowing banquet," inviting the passing citizens to feast.
Who could resist such a temptation?
Thus, the crowd, pretending to mourn, showed expressions of reverence and nostalgia.
"Old Master Mo did a lot for Liuguang City during his lifetime."
"Yes, he built roads and bridges, never leaving anything unfinished."
"Old Master Mo, may you rest in peace."
"Old Master Mo... Um, this dish is a bit too salty."
...
While eating, people pretended to be sorrowful.
The atmosphere had a touch of sadness to it, making it seem like Old Master Mo had been such a benevolent man in life.
He had built roads and bridges without a single body, yet his wicked deeds and wealth were never questioned.
When Old Master Mo was alive, he was known as the living King of Hell, exploiting his employees and cutting wages without mercy.
Yet after his death, he had transformed into a great philanthropist.
This entire transformation was solely due to one meal.
Ah, it's delicious!
Old Master Mo's son, Mo Renxing, had now become a great filial son in the mouths of the people.
He was so filial that he cried the entire morning, without a single break.
His emotions were truly genuine.
By noon, his voice had turned hoarse from all the crying.
Chen Fan arrived just in time for the noon meal.
He had spent some time preparing breakfast for Yaoyao in the morning.
When he arrived, the new dishes were just being served.
However, he had no intention of eating. He looked around but didn't see the Half Immortal anywhere.
He was puzzled, as the Half Immortal was greedy, and it was unlike him to pass up such a good opportunity to earn money.
But it didn't matter.
Chen Fan, using his cane, dragged his disabled body through the crowd, struggling to walk.
Soon, people noticed the suona hanging from his waist and made way for him.
The cripple has come!
Liuguang City was not that big, and after a while, rumors about the cripple had already spread, becoming the hot topic for people after a day's work.
His sudden appearance at a funeral sparked curiosity.
Could it be...
Seeing the suona hanging from Chen Fan's waist, the crowd's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation.
They even forgot to eat.
Chen Fan paid little attention to this. The road in front of him had cleared up significantly, leading him directly to the funeral hall.
Mo Renxing, who was wailing in front of the coffin, noticed Chen Fan's arrival amidst the crowd's commotion.
His expression froze for a moment, and he looked somewhat unnatural.
After a while, he forced out a smile that was worse than crying.
"The cripple master has arrived! Quickly, bring him to the seat!"
It was clear that he wanted to treat Chen Fan as a distinguished guest.
Soon, the butler from yesterday rushed out from the inner room upon seeing Chen Fan.
His eyes lit up.
This was a turning point!
Perhaps now Old Master Mo could be revived.
In a flurry of activity, the butler ordered his subordinates to usher Chen Fan into the inner room and treat him well.
However, Chen Fan waved his hand and said, "No need, I only have one thing to do today."
"What is it?"
Confused, the crowd watched as Chen Fan's figure suddenly disappeared.
This unusual occurrence caused the crowd to exclaim in surprise.
When they saw him again, Chen Fan had one foot firmly planted on the ground.
Mo Renxing was lying on the ground, his forehead pointed directly at the sharp tip of Chen Fan's cane.
Cold sweat dripped down his face as he felt an icy chill.
It felt as though the cane wasn't just a walking stick but a gleaming, bloodstained spear aimed at his life.
Though the sun was high in the sky, the atmosphere in the funeral hall was still filled with a chilling coldness.
Perhaps it was because of this that Mo Renxing, shivering on the ground, wet himself.
The smell of urine quickly spread through the air, making it unbearable.
Chen Fan showed a hint of disdain, but his cane remained firmly positioned, looking down at the near-tearful Mo Renxing, and said softly, "I came to tell you that I've received the message you had someone bring to me."
After saying that, Chen Fan slammed the cane down hard.
Mo Renxing, terrified, closed his eyes.
However, the cane did not pierce his body.
Instead, it shattered a piece of floor tile behind his head.
Dust flew, and debris scattered in all directions.
Chen Fan slowly turned around and began to leave, leaning on his cane.
"I never intended to meddle in any trivial matters. After all, I'm just a cripple who makes a living by playing the suona. Red affairs cost five coins, white affairs cost ten coins, and an extra five coins if there's no food included. If you have business, just come find me."
"But dealing with the dead and their bones... these vague, illusory matters, you've got the wrong person."
"I can only say that you need to face reality and believe in science!"
After speaking, Chen Fan vanished like the wind.
It seemed as though he flew away, or perhaps he just ran off without a trace.
Either way, he disappeared before everyone's eyes.
"Face reality and believe in science?"
If you say that, no one will believe you, right?
What happened today left the butler and everyone else in the funeral hall stunned.
For a long time after Chen Fan left, the hall remained eerily silent.
Even the onlookers outside were quiet.
Until the butler finally snapped out of it, his sharp gaze piercing through to Mo Renxing, who was still lying on the ground, his pants wet.
Having been by Old Master Mo's side for so many years, the butler was quite perceptive when it came to reading people.
He knew exactly what had happened—why the cripple had appeared and what had transpired.
With one look, the butler had understood everything.
There was a sense of helplessness, frustration, and more than anything, powerlessness.
He sighed deeply, flicked his sleeve, and walked away, leaving Mo Renxing on the ground.
Mo Renxing's eyes burned with resentment, full of intense hatred.
Today's events had caught him completely off guard, causing him to lose all face. No one had expected that a mere cripple could have such abilities.
It was a miscalculation on his part.
He ordered his servants to drive the onlookers away and closed the gates of the estate.
His eyes now glowed with a cruel and vengeful light.
On the way back, Chen Fan leisurely chewed on his snack, feeling quite content.
He simply wanted to live peacefully, that was all. Mo Renxing had gone too far, and he didn't mind teaching him a lesson.
As for any potential retaliation, he could come if he wanted.
Chen Fan feared trouble, truly feared it!
But some things were inevitable, like the tide of time, unstoppable as the wheels of history roll forward.
People had to move forward in life.
On another note, Chen Fan realized he hadn't seen the Half Immortal today.
He made a deliberate detour through the bridge but still didn't see any sign of him.
At a nearby bun shop, he bought two meat buns and asked the owner about the Half Immortal.
He was told that early this morning, the Half Immortal had been taken away by the authorities.