Chapter 843 – A Tong Cottage Set Ablaze (1/2)

Chapter 843 – A Tong Cottage Set Ablaze

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The activity in the ancestral hall and the events currently taking place in the houses and stores of Wenshui City were being reported, one by one, to the old estate.

The person responsible for giving the reports was that steward of the old estate. He spoke very quickly, but also very clearly, ensuring that everyone in the room could understand.

Besides the Tang Old Master and Chen Changsheng, Zhexiu and Nanke were also in the room. They were also telling stories, having just finished retelling the stories of the snowy mountain range and the stone mountain.

”The three people that were first called over by him to the ancestral hall don't seem like much on the surface, but in truth, they are actually my second son's important arms.”

The Tang Old Master spoke to Chen Changsheng like he was a storyteller. ”I didn't expect that though my grandson has been locked up for three years, there are still people sending him information, and his eyes are quite vicious. His methods are also quite straightforward. First, he covers up my second son's eyes, mouth, and nose, and then surprises him with the force of a thunderclap. However, it's still too conventional.”

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. He didn't have much understanding of such matters, much less any skill.

In a short while, the steward once more stood outside the room and described what had happened in the ancestral hall.

”What did you say he's doing? Playing mahjong in the ancestral hall?”

The Tang Old Master slightly narrowed his eyes, and it was hard to tell whether he was happy or angry.

After a few moments, he suddenly smiled at Chen Changsheng. ”Does Your Holiness the Pope have any interest in playing a few rounds with me?”

Chen Changsheng had no interest in playing mahjong. He didn't even know how to play.

Fortunately, however, as someone who had become well-versed in the Daoist Canon as a child and developed his sword heart very quickly, he only needed a short amount of time to learn, and certainly not two hours.

Four people were needed to play mahjong, so Nanke and Zhexiu also sat down.

Zhexiu also needed to learn first, and although Nanke had played mahjong with a few of her older sisters in Xuelao City, she was no expert.

It could only be expected that this mahjong game moved very slowly.

As they were shuffling and stacking the tiles, news from the ancestral hall and Wenshui City was continuously being sent into the old estate, to the mahjong table.

”Young Master had the Maple Hall go to the Bamboo Garden.”

”The Cloud Organization went to the Quiet Residence. Apparently, they found several maps.”

”The River Hall went to Hesi, but they were never able to find the account books Young Master requested. The snow behind the building showed signs of being scorched.”

There were two mahjong tables in the snowbound Wenshui City.

One was in the ancestral hall and the other was in the old estate.

In reality, today's mahjong game was being played by just two people.

Tang Thirty-Six and that person who had no mahjong table, the Tang Second Master.

As more and more information was reported, the Tang Old Master played slower and slower, the expression on his face turning more and more complex.

There was gratification, regret, wariness, unease, and also a nigh undetectable resolve.

At some point, an emaciated elder dressed in a gray robe had silently appeared outside the room.

This thin elder had a gentle expression, looking like a retired official aloof from the world.

But Zhexiu and Nanke both felt an intense danger. Even though the Tang Old Master was sitting near him, Zhexiu still readied himself to transform.

Linghai Zhiwang and An Lin also paid no regard to the objections of the Tang clan and forced their way into the small courtyard outside the room.

Because they had also sensed this extreme danger.

Despite all these experts, no one knew when this emaciated elder had appeared or how he had managed to silently enter the old estate.

Linghai Zhiwang saw the profile of the withered elder and felt it rather familiar. He felt like he had seen it before, but could not remember where.