"Huh? He is the key person in the mission?" Wu Zhe asked in surprise.
Hu Yunshang and Mu Qingya also looked at the old man up and down.
This old man looks about sixty or seventy years old. His robe was so tattered and dirty that the color could not be seen clearly, and he leaned on a cane and hunched over.
His whole body seemed to be moldy from not taking a bath for a long time, and his beard and eyebrows were so dirty that they were sticky. The eyes are half-closed, the corners of the eyes are still covered with gum, and the nose hair protrudes a few nostrils. It's the poster child for disgust.
Wu Zhe really wanted to ask: You are not the rescuer invited by the monkey, so you must be the grandfather of the sloppy king? !
Zong Zhilian didn't continue to talk about the old man's mission, but mentioned the handover situation, regretting: "The previous first mission in Juru Town, the matter of the female satyr robber, Zongmen has already confirmed that we will not be detained. It's a decision to score or not."
"Neither praise nor derogation?" Hu Yunshang nodded and did not protest.
Mu Qingya also dealt with it calmly.
Wu Zhe curled his lips: "What do you mean by that? We worked so hard, and I took the risk, but I ran into two super-expert old ladies we couldn't afford to offend. It was the Zongmen who miscalculated the difficulty of the task. How can it be considered that we don’t score because of this situation?”
In fact, Wu Zhe took the most advantage of this task, and took advantage of the two beauties in succession, but at this time, she was also the happiest...
When Wu Zhe said this, he stared at the newly brought sloppy old man out of the corner of his eyes, paying attention to the changes in his expression.
Zong Zhilian waved his fan and peeked at the old man similarly to Wu Zhe.
He and Wu Zhe both had the same thought: this old man is probably not simple, he might be a master in disguise, or someone from the sect supporting him for investigation.
The task is very strange, the sect is not a shop opened by kind people to save the world and help the people, so how can you care about escorting the old man
But Zong Zhilian didn't shake his fan a few times, he closed it with a snap, and took two steps towards Wu Zhe.
Because Wu Zhe and Mu Qingya happened to be in the upwind position, Zong Zhilian just stood next to the old man, when he shook his fan, he felt a suffocating smell coming into his nose, and he almost vomited out.
Hiding to their side, Zong Zhilian's breath is fresh.
Mu Qingya didn't know, and was still trying to persuade Wu Zhe in sign language: "No matter what, we didn't complete the task, and it's a fluke not to deduct points."
But just after saying this, a gust of headwind came. The sloppy old man's smell wafted in the wind, which made Mu Qingya stagger.
Zong Zhilian said: "Those high-level people in the sect who are in power will only read the report when they are full, and they will not investigate carefully. How can they think of our difficulties?"
"That's right." Wu Zhe nodded his head: "It's really hard for us who have nothing to do with no connections in the sect."
Wu Zhe and him glanced at each other, opened their eyes and talked nonsense.
The old man still half-closed his listless and dizzy eyes, occasionally opened his nose, and dug out a piece of booger with a puff, as if to flick...
Wu Zhe felt something was wrong, so he hurried to the side.
By chance, the old man's booger was bounced onto Wu Zhe's body, almost wiping the side of his clothes.
Fortunately, Wu Zhe reacted quickly, and the booger flew over as soon as it wiped the side, but it always felt like there was a smell and it was tainted.
Zong Zhilian and the others grinned in disgust.
Especially for a girl like Mu Qingya, who happens to be at the age when she is as youthful as a flower and most likes to be clean. She is not only uncomfortable from being smoked, but even her scalp is a little numb just looking at it.
"Fortunately, the second task of escorting the marriage is confirmed to be rewarded with the full score of the Zongmen, so we can talk about it as comfort." Zong Zhilian brought everyone back to their thoughts: "Sure enough, as Ruoyao thought, the Zongmen did not deliberately emphasize our behavioral tendencies Whether it is correct or not, there is a large arbitrary range. To help the blacksmith get married, the location is also in Otaku Town according to the mission requirements, even if the mission is completed."
Everyone nodded without much joy on their faces.
Because everyone looked at the sloppy old man and wanted to know what the latest mission was about.
"Just now I chose an escort task that is more suitable for our level. It is to escort the old man to Qidu safely." Zong Zhilian was a little sweaty on his forehead, and explained awkwardly: "The disciple of the sword servant led him out. I didn't do it before. I know."
Everyone looked at the sloppy old man.
"Tricked." Wu Zhe said.
"It's possible." Hu Yunshang still had a chance.
"Absolutely." Zong Zhilian said: "It's my responsibility. When the sword servant disciple asked him to come out and let me take him away, the rest of the disciples were so happy that they almost cried."
"Big pit, tiankeng." Wu Zhe rubbed his temples with emotion.
"..." The tolerant Mu Qingya didn't even know how to use sign language to comfort her.
The old man was unconscious of the eyes of everyone looking at him. He tilted his head and rubbed the mud on his blackened neck, and after rubbing it into a ball of mud the size of a small fingernail, he rubbed it with his left and right hands as if he was reluctant to throw it away. Roll around and play.
The corners of the four people's eyes twitched, and they saw the old man's movements trembling, and a ball of mud was stumbling and rolling back and forth on his dirty hands.
Wu Zhe believes that no one will take the pills he made before...
The sloppy old man was getting old, and his reaction was a little slow. He accidentally dropped the mud ball from his hand to the ground.
He leaned down quickly, regardless of whether the ground was dirty or not, and started looking for it just sticking to the ground. After picking it up, he stood up tremblingly, rubbed it against his neck, and just put the mud ball back on his wrinkled skin...
He roughly touched his neck twice, and the mud ball technique returned to the dirty original position perfectly...
Hu Yunshang and Zong Zhilian rolled their eyes.
Mu Qingya couldn't bear it anymore, she turned her head and supported a tree and retched for a while.
"Isn't this girl happy?" the old man said in a hoarse voice, reaching out to touch Mu Qingya.
Wu Zhe stepped forward to block the cupped hands and said, "This old gentleman, what's your surname? Why do you want to go to Qidu?"
Sloppy old man: "Old man, my surname is Liu. I am seventy-six years old this year, and the oldest one has not lived enough. Someone came to announce the good news the day before yesterday, and all my sons have been conferred by officials. I hope someone can help and send me to have a look..."
"Dang, that, that, that." Wu Zhe picked up the melody, and pressed his forehead speechlessly: "Do you always want to sing an allegro?"
"What kind of allegro?" The sloppy old man didn't understand.
"Your section is almost a treasure!" Wu Zhe shouted frantically.
As soon as she spoke like this, she approached, and a sour and salty smell from the old man's body was wafting into her nostrils.
Wu Zhe felt his head buzzing, and his throat felt nauseated.
[Warning, severe irritating gas inhalation, is it automatically filtered to remove the hazard?]The warning of the metalized voice of the evolutionary body sounded in his mind. (To be continued.)