Chapter 903 - Ineffable Difficulties (1/2)
Chapter 903: Ineffable Difficulties
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Tang Xiu was somewhat surprised as he could see that Song Donglai was attempting to curry favor with him. Nevertheless, he still felt at ease as he recalled the influence of the Liu Family’s Patriarch and Old Cripple, since the eminent families nowadays did have the power to make these “Little Bosses” have great importance attached to them.
Yet, Tang Xiu recalled the unusual circumstances shrouding this agritourism venue and he said immediately, “How about we have a private chat?”
Song Donglai’s heart thumped and groaned inwardly upon hearing Tang Xiu. He thought that Tang Xiu harbored a grudge after his disrespectful attitude previously so he wanted to get rid of him secretly. His lips quivered a few times as he put on a long face and said, “I admit that I’m in the wrong and I shouldn’t have neglected you previously, Mr. Tang. But please don’t stoop to my ignorance and spare me. You have my word that I’ll treat you as my ancestor in the future.”
Cough, cough…
Tang Xiu, who just took a sip of tea, couldn’t help but choke upon hearing his words. He put the teacup down and took a tissue to wipe off the corner of his mouth. With an expression of being at a loss of whether he should laugh or cry, he said, “Boss Song, is it? Since when did I, Tang Xiu, become a petty and narrow-minded man? I want to talk to you alone because of something else, mind you.”
Most of Song Donglai’s worry was finally relieved upon hearing that as he asked with caution, “Then, what do you want to talk to me about, Mr. Tang?”
Tang Xiu got up and looked at Li Qiang, “You stay here and continue to have your meal. This God’s Nectar is good stuff, so drink it to your heart’s content. I’m going out to talk to Boss Song.”
“Okay.”
Li Qiang himself usually hated drinking. But as a salesman, he had to entertain his clients and drink with them whenever he had to. Yet, there was also a type of liquor he didn’t hate and even hoped that he’d be able to taste again one day. That’s right, he always wants to drink it again.
It was because he had met a certain Big Boss six months ago, who, by coincidence, tried to force him to drink two cups of wine. It was a taste full of flavor that he could never forget—God’s Nectar.
The full moon hung high above the lake and the moonlight was as though a downpour of water that sprinkled over the lake’s surface. The cool breeze slowly gusted away, creating glistening waves on the rippling surface of the body of water. Tang Xiu stood straight up on the shore of the lake like a tall pine tree with eyes that gleamed with an unusual light. As he did so, he released his spiritual sense to quickly seep into the lake.
He could sense a faint bloody smell from there.
After a long while, he took back his spiritual sense and felt a bit regretful. His spiritual sense was rather weak, so he could only scour ten meters under the lake’s surface, making him unable to detect much deeper towards the bottom of the lake.
“Boss Song.”
Finally, Tang Xiu turned his head to look at Song Donglai whose face looked restless.
The latter hurriedly said, “Mr. Tang, you said…”
Tang Xiu nodded at him and said, “I know. You want to know why I kept insisting on staying and dining here, even though all the boxes in your place were occupied, don’t you? Even I didn’t hesitate to use my connections and contacted the Lius in order to do so?”
Song Donglai blanked out and shook his head, “I didn’t know that…”
“To be honest with you, the venison your Green Lake Agricola is serving is quite good, but it can’t be said to be a delicious dish like some others say. The reason I’ve been insisting on staying was that I felt a concealed killing intent just as I entered your place. However, this killing intent isn’t being emitted from someone, but is rather concealed in the surroundings.”
“I don’t understand everything you said.” Song Donglai shook his head, feeling restless deep down.
He was restless because he knew that Tang Xiu was correct. His Green Lake Agricola did conceal such a killing intent. Not only was it because Ao Wei and Gong Quan brought some experts to hide here, but also, more importantly, it was due to the presence of the Cruor Python in the lake. He was well aware of how powerful this fierce beast was as it would emit a vague but fierce ominous aura even if it was unintentional.
Tang Xiu squinted his eyes and faintly said, “I know that every person and place has their own secrets. This is your place and I shouldn’t have asked about that. But you have many guests who dine here, and given my identity, you are required to explain to me the whole situation.”
With that said, he took the green notebook and swayed it before Song Donglai, making his expression enormously change instantly. Tang Xiu then continued, “If my guess is correct, you should be from the Occult Sect. But don’t worry. I don’t mean to be hostile to the Occult Sect’s people, even though I have once killed many people from your sect myself.”
“How did you guess it?” asked Song Donglai with quivering lips.
“The Occult Sect’s concealing and divination traditions and arts are the subjects that many powerful array experts in your sect know best, yet they don’t have the best materials for it. I know that your Green Lake Agricola has many jades in storage. Additionally, you have an aura like that of many Occult Sect’s people I have met.”
“Your eyes are truly sharp,” said Song Donglai bitterly. “That’s right. I’m indeed someone from the Occult Sect, a member of the Song Family. It’s just that I made some mistakes and was driven out by my family, so I’ve been staying in Chang City for a few decades and finally opened this agritourism here.”
Tang Xiu nodded at his explanation and asked, “So tell me now; what is there in this lake, exactly?”
“About this…”