Destiny is ashes

Chapter 159 Aunt Huai

With his back to the source of malice, An Jing not only did not stop, but continued walking smoothly.

Malice. He had indeed sensed a lot of it in recent days.

Ever since An Jing practiced the Pure and Quiet Sword Contemplation and his spiritual roots were awakened, his perception has become particularly sharp. And after realizing the true meaning of the Taibai Haoling Divine Prohibition just now, his soul has become even stronger and clearer.

An Jing knew very well how annoying a tycoon from the countryside who spent money lavishly and spoke in a rather frivolous manner was.

Those who hate the rich, those who discriminate based on region, those who exclude outsiders and those who hate the rich...

In addition, there are some more subtle malice,

For example, An Jing bought a lot of things in the store next door, but only bought a few small items in his own store; for example, An Jing was just a country boy, but he had a good eye and was not fooled by his trick of exchanging inferior goods for good ones...

And so on.

However, all this malicious intent is just a simple dislike and will never reach the point of causing harm.

But this time, the malicious intent was to treat An Jing as a pig, dog or commodity, coldly estimating its value, thinking about how much it could be sold for, or to treat it as a human being, thinking about how much money could be extorted from it.

The cold gaze was like a snake, entwining around his body.

"Sure enough, I said that with my performance, someone would definitely be watching me."

Taking advantage of the opportunity to stop in front of a stall and pretend to be interested in buying something, An Jing turned sideways and inadvertently glanced at the crowd behind him, then locked onto the source of the malice.

He was a middle-aged man with a turban on his head and thin eyebrows and eyes.

He had a kind face, was wearing a khaki linen shirt, and was holding a bag of local products in his hand. He seemed to be an ordinary person who came to buy goods.

But with his enhanced eyesight, An Jing was able to keenly perceive that the calluses on the other person's hands were in the wrong position. They were not caused by farm work, but by holding a knife.

Moreover, although the opponent's steps seem to be shaky, he is actually always stepping on the force point.

If he encounters an unexpected situation, he can immediately step on the ground and exert force to attack or escape.

The other party is also a "warrior".

Although his level is not high, at most it is an internal breath, and at best an internal breath like a river, but he has practiced the steps to some extent, and the swordsmanship is probably also mastered, and can integrate his mind, and is no longer a country move.

Well, if human traffickers don't exercise proper martial arts and something unexpected happens, won't they just be beaten to death on the spot?

"It shouldn't be from Lizhen Pawnshop."

An Jing knew very well that if the pawnshop wanted to take action, they would have done it long ago and would not wait until he finished eating the spiritual object.

But, it should be related.

The shopkeeper of Lizhen Pawnshop must have reported the news to his family, and his family probably had too many people and too many gossips, so the information leaked to the group of evil people who were spying on him.

But this time, this group of people were just observing him.

An Jing noticed that the gaze that was spying on him faded after a while, probably just to confirm some details about his appearance and residence.

However, this also means that the other party has really regarded himself as a target.

This can be considered as the sequelae of a series of actions to quickly purchase spiritual objects.

"Interesting... You really have your eyes on me."

Since he sensed the malicious intent, An Jing would not fail to react. He could be sure that the other party was definitely not a member of the Demon Cult, because most of the Demon Cult's warriors would practice a part of the Emperor's Heaven Law, their aura was very weak, their malicious intent was very low or even had no malicious intent at all.

They kill, kidnap, and traffic people without any extra emotions, but take it for granted as "God's will." Compared with the Demon Cult, this group of people are simply amateurs.

If it was the An Jing before, he would probably reduce his actions at this time and not give the opponent a chance to act... But now, An Jing has just made a breakthrough and his strength has greatly improved. He has found out that there are no masters in the city. Even if there are hidden ones, An Jing is confident that he can detect the opponent in advance and avoid them.

If that's the case, what else is there to fear about him?

With strength and confidence, he dared to do what he wanted to do next.

"Find an opportunity in a few days and strike first."

He took note of the scent of the middle-aged man with sparse eyebrows and narrow eyes, and returned to the inn peacefully. He thought to himself, "I can also take a look at what this group of people are planning to do in Kanming City."

But An Jing didn't expect that the people who targeted him were so bold.

Before he could find an opportunity to strike back, the next morning, when An Jing was buying breakfast, the group of people attacked him directly.

As a transportation hub, Kanming City's cuisine is diverse and unique, and there are also various breakfast options.

Common ones include various types of pasta, wontons, grilled cold noodles, pancakes, sliced ​​​​porridge, and scallion noodles. Slightly more refined ones are sugar cakes, steamed rice cakes, and multi-grain cakes, etc., served with soy water, soy milk, and soaked plum juice.

An Jing is someone who is happy to go looking for food, and won’t settle if he can.

An Jing spent the whole day yesterday in the inn digesting his thoughts, getting familiar with his improved physical fitness, and constantly moving his internal energy so that he could have a detailed control over it.

After finishing the transport, it was already the next morning. An Jing, who had not had a drop of water for the whole day, thought about it and decided to go out to look for food.

After all, compared to the pastries provided by the inn, he preferred some soup noodles or pancakes.

"The Lao Chen wontons we had last time tasted good, but let's try something new today."

With a happy mood, An Jing walked in the streets, looking for his favorite restaurant.

Soon, he came to a tea shop and observed its salty milk tea with great interest.

This salty milk tea originated from the Chenli area. It is made from ordinary tea bricks mixed with salt and milk.

To be honest, it feels pretty good. As breakfast, it should be similar to salty soy milk.

"Are you planning to buy it, young man? People from Dachen may not be used to drinking this."

Behind the tea shop, an old voice was heard, and an old lady slowly walked out from the shadows and stood behind the tea girl who was making tea.

"Hmm? I do want to try."

An Jing raised his head and looked at the old lady who should be the owner of the tea shop. He asked curiously: "But Auntie, why do you think I am from Dachen?"

Today An Jing was still dressed like a Chenli person. He thought that his accent and clothes were perfect, and he looked like a pure Chenli person no matter how you looked at him. Even Manager Li and Shopkeeper Li Zhen didn't realize that. How come he failed in front of an old lady?

"Aunt Huai..."

When the tea maker saw the old lady, he stood up in surprise and said, "Why did you come out? The sun is shining today..."

"I'm fine. Although I can't get out in the sun, I can still walk around the house."

The old lady called Aunt Huai has gray hair, kind eyes, and skin that is a little scary white. It must be due to some skin problems that she cannot be seen in the light.

Aunt Huai looked at An Jing and apologized: "I didn't see it clearly in the store just now, so I wanted to remind you, brother. Please don't blame me."

(End of this chapter)