Chapter 36: Spite
Yu Han retreated.
“Stop right there, mister,” Huang Niuniu’s voice rang out. “Come inside. Mother knows best.”
Yu Han forced himself to go. He wished he could learn an Art like in video games; touch the skill book and bam, learned. Other transmigrators in the stories had that kind of cheat. Why didn’t he?
Huang Niuniu’s place was similar to his. Wide doorway, but not as tall as his halberd. After entering, he put the halberd down. The cloth wrap had mud and a bunch of vines, grass, and leaves sticking to it, especially at the top where the head was. An effort at camouflage. Hopefully other disciples thought it was just a pole or something.
There was an actual metal lock with a keyhole dangling from a nail on the wall.
“I bought it,” she said. “Sit here.”
He took a seat on a straw mat by the brazier. There was a large pot of something simmering atop the brazier. Green lumps in a base of purple liquid.
Yu Han teared up, and his vision grew blurry.
“You’ll get used to it,” Huang Niuniu said. “It’s going to take thirty more minutes. Wait patiently.”