Chapter 669 Funeral (1)_1
Ma Zhicai was taken aback, instinctively wanting to scream, to draw the attention of others.
"Don’t shout, it’s me." A familiar deep voice came from behind him, immediately calming him down.
"Uncle." Ma Zhicai turned around in surprise and joy.
"Let’s head back to the inn." Ma Erlang was clad in a fur jacket, his head covered with a large fur hat, and a scarf popular in Feng City wrapped around his neck. His entire person was bundled up, only leaving his small eyes exposed.
Even so, he lowered his head slightly, fearing others would recognize him.
Compared to him, Ma Zhicai appeared much more at ease. He was dressed in a thick cotton robe, wearing a cotton hat on his head. He was usually thin, and in this pale robe he quite resembled a suave scholar.
The uncle and nephew did not walk side by side, instead moving through the crowd towards the inn from different directions. Ma Zhicai, watching Ma Erlang up ahead, felt particularly excited. Finally, his several days of waiting had not been in vain.
However, as they approached the inn, his joy turned into confusion. The year-end was near, what could the Tatar want from him in Feng City?
"Uncle." Once they’d entered the inn, but before they reached the room with Heaven’s Code, Ma Zhicai finally couldn’t help but ask Ma Erlang, "The New Year is approaching. What brings you to Feng City now?"
He spoke in a whisper, audible only to the two of them.