Mo Hanqing looked around indifferently, and the girls who kept looking in his direction quickly looked away.
"No." He responded casually and continued walking forward.
Ye Qiqi reached out and scratched the back of his head, made a face at the girls who looked at Mo Hanqing as he continued to walk forward, then turned to look at him, and then continued to follow.
There are many carpenter shops in the capital, but fortunately there is only one carpenter named Tan.
Ye Qiqi found the residence of Carpenter Tan after just a little inquiry.
When she and Mo Hanqing walked along the narrow alley to the end, they finally saw a small courtyard with red bricks and gray tiles.
There was a sound of saws cutting wood in the yard.
Ye Qiqi turned to look at Mo Hanqing, then put away the baggage on her back and walked towards the small courtyard.
In the yard, a gray-haired old man was wearing blue-gray linen clothes, with one foot on the ground and the other on the wood, hunched over and sawing the wood.
"Excuse me..." Ye Qiqi stood at the door of the yard, glanced at the old man in the yard, and asked hesitantly: "Does Carpenter Tan live here?"
The old man who was sawing wood stopped what he was doing after hearing her voice. He turned his head, looked at Ye Qiqi up and down with his slightly cloudy eyes on a wrinkled face and asked: "What do you want from him?"
"Someone asked me to bring this to him." Ye Qiqi said as he took out the wooden token from his sleeve robe.
She walked up to the old man and handed him the token in her hand.
The old man took the token in her hand, glanced at it, tightened his sleeves, then looked at Ye Qiqi in front of him and said, "Do you want to be a killer?"
"Yes." Ye Qiqi nodded, turned around and pointed at Mo Hanqing, who was still standing at the door, and said, "This is my brother. He also wants to enter the Hall of Hell and become a killer."
The old man looked in the direction of her finger and saw a tall and straight man standing at the low gate of the yard. He stood there with his hands behind his back, his back straight, and a pair of deep eyes with ripples of light. But he looked unfazed.
"Your brother?" The old man turned his head and looked up and down at the thin Ye Qiqi in front of him, and then said with doubts in his voice: "It doesn't look like him."
"Uh... it's my cousin." Ye Qiqi twitched her lips in embarrassment.
"Your brother can stay, but you can't." The old man picked up the saw he had just thrown on the ground, walked back to the wood, stepped on it, and continued sawing the wood while saying, "Go back."
"Why?" Ye Qiqi frowned, walked to the old man, and said casually: "Master Jingguan said that as long as you can pass the assassin's test, you can enter the Yama Hall and become a killer. But right now, the test is still there. Why did you let me go back before I started?"
"Too thin." The old man laboriously sawed the wood under his hands, and said to Ye Qiqi nonchalantly: "Leaving you here to be a killer will be a dead end. Young man, I think you are still young, so you should go back and train for a few more years. Come again. This pure concept is becoming more and more unreliable now. The person who recommended it to me last month didn't even pass the most basic test. Now he is using a child to make up for it."
"..." Ye Qiqi looked at the wood in his hand silently, then suddenly raised his hand and slashed it with a knife, breaking the wood into two sections instantly.