702 Chapter 702: Old Wu
Yang Lang looked at the old man as a smile appeared on his face. He nodded and said, “Old Wu, bring me some wine!”
Raising his eyes to look at Yang Fang, Old Wu reached out his hand first. Yang Lang took out a Divine Stone and placed the stone in Old Wu’s hand.
Old Wu kept the Divine Stone first, then he actually gave the jar of wine in his arms to Yang Lang, and said with a slightly turbid voice, “There’s still half left, you’re a lucky boy. If you can’t finish it, bring it back to me.”
pAɴᴅᴀ ɴ[0)ᴠᴇʟ Old Wu smiled as he took out a missing bowl and placed it on the counter.
Yang Lang didn’t say anything. He took away the wine jar and bowl, casually finding a table and sitting down. He poured a bowl full of wine, raised his head, and took a big gulp.
The strong alcohol flowed from his throat into his stomach, and very quickly, Yang Lang felt his body heat up, as if there was a flame burning within him.
“Good wine.”
Yang Lang sighed in admiration and said. The second reason he liked the store was that the wine here was strong and completely different from anywhere else.
Old Wu smiled and said: “Of course, look at whose wine it is. Yang Lang, you are the only person who can drink my wine. You should feel proud of this fact!”
Yang Lang laughed but didn’t reply. Then he thought of something and said, “Old Wu, do you think it is possible for me to take revenge for my brother or my cousin will kill me even before I can take revenge? After all, Yang Fan is looking for me everywhere like a mad dog.”pᴀɴᴅᴀ-ɴ(0)ᴠᴇʟ.ᴄᴏᴍ
Old Wu thought of something and said, “Don’t you think it’s a miracle you’ve lived so long even though you’ve been being hunted down by the Yang Family like this? I remember the first time you walked into my shop about a year ago, you were seriously injured. Look at you now, everything is normal.”
Yang Lang laughed hearing Old Wu’s words. Old Wu’s words were correct. After he escaped from Yang Fan and others in the Mysterious Immortal World of the Upper Realm, Yang Fan was infuriated and mobilized the army of the Yang Family, ordering everyone to search for him and hunt him down. All Yang Fan wanted was Yang Lang’s death. Someone from the Yang Family soon discovered his location and started hunting him down. Although he has comprehended the Law of s.p.a.ce, it was still very hard for him to escape continuously, stay safe, and increase his strength. It was indeed a miracle he was able to live well till now.
Now that he thought about it, from the moment he come to this place and started entering this shabby shop to drink wine, the danger h was facing started decreasing for some reason.
Thinking of this, Yang Lang turned around and said to Old Wu in the tone of a joke, “That might be because of your wine. From the moment I started drinking your wine, my life at least eased a lot.”
A strange light flashed in Old Wu’s eyes and he also laughed: “Of course, my wine is the best.”
Yang Lang let out a long sigh, “Because I’m being hunted down by the so-called Young Master of Yang Family, Yang Fan, a Ruler, my woman abandoned me.”
Old Wu narrowed his eyes and said: “Then she will definitely regret it in the future.”
Yang Lang laughed lightly and said, “Old Wu, thank you for comforting me.”
Old Wu smiled and said, “Believe me, this is not comfort but the truth.” pᴀɴᴅᴀ ɴ(O)ᴠᴇʟ
Yang Lang drank another bowl of wine and said, “What a pity. I’m afraid I won’t be able to drink your wine again in the future.”
Old Wu stopped smiling and walked over from behind the counter: “What’s wrong Are you leaving?”
Yang Lang nodded his head, “Yes, I’m leaving. I’ll leave this world and go to another world secretly. I just hope those dogs of the Yang family do not come following me to another world. Otherwise, I’ll have to leave that world also. I just want to go somewhere where I can increase my strength without any trouble, become strong enough to kill that b.a.s.t.a.r.d Yang Lang and destroy the Yang Family. Only then will I come back.”
“Old Wu, when I leave, I will buy a few more jars of wine from you to drink on the way.”
Old Wu replied, “No problem. I’ll get you a few more jars. But I feel that you don’t need to go anywhere. Why don’t you stay here for the next year as well?
Yang Lang laughed, but his smile was tinged with sorrow.
“I can’t. I’ve accompanied this shabby store of yours for close to a year. And I’m also the only customer of your shabby store. In this one year, you’ve come to know everything about me. You should know very well how dangerous it is for me to stay in this world!”
Old Wu’s expression changed slightly, as if he hadn’t expected that Yang Lang would say such words. He of course knew the danger Yang Lang is in.
Thinking of something, Old Wu began to chant something. ρꪖꪕᦔꪖꪕ(ꪫ)ꪣꫀ ꪶ
“Last night’s cold wind and waning moon, today’s sorrowful snow. When will the waves in the Sea of Bitterness stop and let us drink to clear our sorrows….”
Hearing Old Wu’s chant, Yang Lang’s eyes filled with sadness. He raised his wine jar and began to drink.
Yang Lang could almost hear his own bones cracking, his True Essence and blood surging, his vision already starting to blur.
Standing up, Yang Lang said, “Old Wu, looks like I’m really a little drunk. No, I have to go back first.”
Yang Lang walked outside shakily. Old Wu looked at Yang Lang’s back and said, “Remember to come back to drink. I’ll keep this jar of wine for you.”
Yang Lang waved his hand, saying, “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come.”
Old Wu smiled and said softly, “Of course, you will come.”
Old Wu waved his hand lightly, and the jar of wine floated up in the air, and then landed back on the counter.
Old Wu tapped his fingers on the table rhythmically and started to mutter something softly while shaking his head as if he was chanting something. Then he waved his hand and a token appeared out of nowhere.
Old Wu looked at this token, sighed, and threw it in Yang Lang’s direction, saying, “I gave you a chance, don’t disappoint me, boy!”
On the way back, the wind was whistling. The snow falling from the sky was as sharp as knives but Yang Lang didn’t notice it at all.
Suddenly, he heard a piercing sound coming from his back. He turned back and saw a flash of light shooting at him at an extremely high speed from the direction of the shabby store.
“Old Wu?”
Before Yang fan could understand what was happening, he felt dizzy, lost his balance, and fell to the ground.
Lying on the ground, he felt as if his entire body had lost all of its strength, only leaving behind the heat circulating within his body.
His consciousness gradually became blurry. Yang Lang was sprawled on the ground, unable to get up.
At this point, the beam of light collided with his body, revealing what was hidden in this beam. It was a token.
A ray of light shone from the token before disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Yang Lang let out a low moan as all the pores on his body opened up. He felt a current of air swirling around his body.
Then a vortex appear out of nowhere and Yang Lang’s body was sucked inside the vortex.
After that, the vortex disappeared as if it had never appeared to begin with.
At this moment, Old Wu in the store closed his eyes, once again laid down on the mat laying on the ground, and closed his eyes while muttering the last few words that only he could hear.
“I’ll wait 10 years for you to come back. Show me, what can you achieve in that world of Samsara which I created in my era!”
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_Forgotten Land Of Ancient_
At the place slightly far away from the crowd of people, a spatial fluctuation appeared in the air.
No one was able to feel the spatial fluctuation as it was very secretive. Then a vortex formed in the air before a figure fell out of the vortex.
“Ugh!”
That figure let out a painful groan and completely fainted.
On the other hand, the vortex disappeared into the thin air once again.
The Forgotten Land of Ancient was filled with millions of people, and among these people, the strongest one was already an Extreme Ruler. But even they failed to sense the spatial fluctuation or the vortex that appeared and disappeared.