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Chapter 243 This expert looks a little different

Chapter 243 This Master Looks a Little Different

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, falling on the blue-gray tiles and the pink-white walls, casting a quiet shadow.

The yard was as busy as a construction site.

Various construction materials were piled up all over the place; bags of cement, brand new tiles, and wood of varying lengths could be seen everywhere.

From time to time, the shouts of masters carrying heavy objects and the "bang bang" sound of hammers hitting nails could be heard from the house.

Li Zhenhua was wearing a safety helmet and his eyes were narrowed into slits, carefully examining a piece of newly paved ground.

He tapped the tiles gently a few times with his crutch, listening carefully to see if the sound was crisp and to determine if the tiles were bulging.

Then he picked up the decoration drawings, compared them with the on-site conditions, and exchanged a few words with the construction master:

"Master, the dimensions of these holes must be accurate, follow the drawings, don't deviate."

Nearby, an electric drill was humming and wood chips were flying.

Several workers were busy drilling holes in the ceiling, preparing to install the chandelier.

Li Zhenhua couldn't help but raise his hand and coughed twice.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng quickly handed over the kettle and said softly:
"Grandpa, you should go back to the hotel and rest. Mom, uncle and I are watching over you here, so nothing will go wrong."

Li Zhenhua took the kettle, took a sip, smiled and waved his hand:

"It's okay. This house is your grandfather's retirement home for the rest of his life. How can he just sit there and do nothing?"

"When I was in my twenties, I also worked as a bricklayer. It came in handy at critical moments. Now I have to keep an eye on it so that I can live comfortably in the future."

Looking at his grandfather's stubborn look, Fang Cheng shrugged helplessly.

Ever since his surgical wound healed, my grandfather has been unable to sit still. He comes here early every morning to inspect the decoration site and supervise the construction progress.

This energy is totally unlike that of a man in his sixties who just had cancer.

Before long, the sun climbed over the roof and it was already noon.

The lunch boxes that my uncle ordered from a nearby fast food restaurant were delivered, and the decorators stopped working one after another to eat and rest.

Fang Cheng also finished his morning "supervision" and accompanied his grandfather back to the hotel for dinner.

On the way and in the restaurant, my grandfather was still enthusiastically talking about the follow-up plans for the renovation, which parts to change and what materials to use.

Fang Cheng listened patiently and nodded in agreement from time to time.

After dinner, I sent my grandfather back to his room for a nap, and then turned back to my own room.

I closed the door gently, and the room was filled with silence, in stark contrast to the hustle and bustle outside.

Fang Cheng walked into the bedroom, took out a black password box from the bottom of the closet, and placed it on the bed.

Then his fingers skillfully turned the combination lock.

With a slight "click" sound, the lid of the box popped open.

Revealing dozens of neatly arranged stacks of banknotes inside.

On top of the money was a Black Magic pistol, a military dagger with a blood groove, and several magazines full of bullets.

And, a white mask inlaid with rubies.

The two gems were like the eyes of a devil, emitting an eerie red light, and the white outline looked like a skull that exuded a chilling chill.

The entire mask seemed to have life, staring at Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng looked calm as he picked up the pistol that had been polished to a shiny black finish.

His fingertips gently stroked the cold lines of the gun, as if he was having an intimate conversation with an old friend.

Then he loaded bullets into the magazine, and with a "click", he pulled the bolt quickly and accurately.

Then he raised his pistol, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked through the crosshairs, locking onto a figure on the road outside the window.

Several breaths passed.

Fang Cheng found his state, released the trigger, and hid the loaded pistol in his bag.

Then, he picked up the dagger and the remaining magazines and threw them into the bag.

Finally, his eyes fell on the white evil ghost mask.

After a little hesitation, Fang Cheng decided to take it with him in case of emergency.

The black combat uniform had been torn and scrapped in the last operation.

This antique mask has super toughness and can protect the vital parts of the head to a certain extent and improve defense.

Boom, boom.

Two knocks on the door suddenly sounded, breaking the silence in the room.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed instantly, and he quickly put away the password box, stuffed it back into the closet, and then walked quickly towards the door.

The door opened, and standing outside was my uncle Li Dingjian.

"Uncle, do you have something to ask me?"

Fang Cheng asked with a normal look.

Li Dingjian looked a little solemn. After a pause, he said:
"Ah Cheng, I came here this time to tell you something. As you know, I have been working on a project recently and I am a bit busy at work. I often can't take care of the situation at home."

"Now, I have to go on a business trip to discuss cooperation matters."

As he spoke, he looked up at Fang Cheng, his eyes filled with entrustment:

"If I don't come back for a long time, I'll trouble you to take care of grandpa."

"The old man is old, and he has to worry about everything related to the renovation of the house. Although he looks strong, he can't stand the fatigue. You and your mother should pay more attention..."

Fang Cheng was slightly startled, then responded with a smile:

"Don't worry, uncle, you can go on your business trip with peace of mind. I'm at home. I also understand grandpa's temper. I will pay more attention to his diet and daily life, and come here to accompany him when I have time."

Li Dingjian's brows relaxed upon hearing this. He raised his hand and patted Fang Cheng on the shoulder, smiling:
"I feel much more relieved with your words."

"Ah Cheng, you have been sensible since you were young, and your uncle has always seen it. You have worked really hard this time..."

As he was speaking, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang rapidly.

Li Dingjian looked at Fang Cheng apologetically, then quickly answered the phone and put it to his ear.

Then he just said "I know" briefly, hung up the phone, and said goodbye to Fang Cheng:
"Ah Cheng, uncle has to go first. He's in a hurry over there. Remember what I said!"

Fang Cheng stood at the door, watching his uncle quickly leave, then silently withdrew his gaze.

I always feel something is strange. My uncle seems like a different person in the past few days. His words and actions are mysterious.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder if he is possessed by a ghost.

Moreover, the voice that came from the phone just now had a vaguely familiar sound.

It seemed like... it was the old man with glasses and a gentle appearance whom I met in Master Lin’s shop.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng turned around and walked to the window, looking down at the scene downstairs.

The afternoon sun shines on the ground in front of the hotel, creating mottled shadows.

After a while, my uncle came out in a hurry, carrying only a backpack, without the suitcase he usually brought on business trips.

He looked around, raised his hand to quickly stop a taxi, opened the door, and stepped in.

The taxi then drove away in a cloud of dust.

Apart from this, there was no one else accompanying him.

Fang Cheng's frown relaxed slightly, but he still had some doubts.

Standing by the window, deep in thought.

A sharp "ding-ling-ling" ringing sound came into my ears again.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he quickly walked into the bedroom and picked up his mobile phone that was thrown on the bedside.

The call is connected.

A slightly deep male voice came from the receiver: "White Ghost, you can leave now. The car will be here soon."

"Okay, I'll be down right away."

Fang Cheng responded briefly, and after hanging up the phone, he packed up neatly and stuffed some necessary items into his bag.

Then he picked up his bag, walked steadily out of the hotel room, and locked the door.

Then he walked straight across the corridor toward the elevator.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator arrived at the floor and the door slowly opened.

There was a middle-aged man hugging a girl in a JK uniform. The two were laughing and flirting, completely unaware of the eyes of others.

Fang Cheng pressed the button for the first floor expressionlessly and stood silently in the corner, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible.

As the elevator was going down, two more people came in.

They were wearing black windbreakers and baseball caps with the brims pulled down so low that they almost covered their eyes, and they all had bulging bags on their shoulders.

Fang Cheng raised his eyes and took a quick look. He knew it was Heilang and Xiaobei.

The two pretended not to know him at all, and once they entered the elevator, they stood in the corners with their eyes downcast.

Until the first floor, with a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened again.

Fang Cheng was the first to walk out of the elevator, followed closely by Heilang and Xiaobei.

The three people seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but they showed a tacit understanding as they walked out of the hotel.

In an alley a few hundred meters away from Yuehu Hotel, there was a dilapidated van parked. The paint on its surface had peeled off in several places and there was a lot of yellow mud on its tires.

There were four people sitting in the car, with different shapes and figures, and all with slightly solemn expressions.

A fat guy with a bulging belly that had popped several buttons on his shirt.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands casually placed on the steering wheel, his eyes half-closed as if he was dozing off, or as if he was staring at the street scene ahead, occasionally uttering a few rough breaths through his nose.

On the passenger seat next to me, a man who seemed to be from India was particularly eye-catching. He was wearing a colorful turban, his eye sockets were sunken and dark, and he was muttering to himself, as if he was praying for something.

There were also two relatively thin young men, who looked smart and looked out of the window from time to time.

"Master Bao, how powerful is the expert we are waiting for?"

One of the skinny guys couldn't help but ask, his voice full of curiosity.

"I don't know either. It was recommended by Laolang."

Bao Ye sat in the driver's seat, opened his eyes, glanced at the passers-by outside the window, and replied casually.

"The one recommended by Lord Wolf?"

When everyone heard this, they looked at each other, and there was more or less some expectation in their eyes.

"coming!"

Bao Ye's eyes suddenly focused, and his originally relaxed sitting posture instantly straightened up.

After a while, the van made a sharp creaking sound and the door was pushed open from the outside.

Three figures quickly got into the car one after another.

The small carriage suddenly became a little crowded, and the air was filled with the smell of sweat.

"Master Bao, why did you get a broken car?"

The first to speak was Black Wolf. He frowned and complained as he squeezed in.

"Don't be fooled by its shabby exterior. The engine and chassis have been modified by professional experts. It drives fast and steadily, especially on country roads. It's guaranteed to leave the pursuers behind by several blocks."

Uncle Bao explained a few words and a smug look appeared on his face, as if he was quite proud of his "precious" car.

Then, he turned to look at Fang Cheng who was sitting in the back row, and instantly put on a friendly smile and greeted him:

"Brother Bai Gui, let me introduce them to you. These are my capable men, Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San."

As he spoke, he pointed to the three people sitting in the back.

"Especially Ah San, his bone shrinking skill is truly unique. If we encounter special terrain, such as entering a heavily guarded underground vault, this skill will come in handy."

Following Master Bao's introduction, the three guys all turned their eyes to the mysterious master known as "White Ghost".

At first glance, he looked gentle and handsome, with a slender figure. He was wearing an ordinary sports outfit and there was not a trace of fierceness about him.

He was far from the powerful master they had imagined, and the three of them couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Fang Cheng ignored their gazes and looked at Bao Ye and asked:

"Have you bought everything I asked you to buy yesterday?"

"Don't worry, it's already in hand."

As Baoye spoke, he took out a plastic bag from the side of the car seat and handed it to Fang Cheng:

"According to your request, the Qiangmu mask, the Vajra knot, the Kabala beads, and the Buddha amulet are all here. However, the Buddhist supplies store in Dongdu cannot find any dead human bones. I will use yak bones instead. Is that okay?"

"can."

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, but did not take the bag. Instead, he waved at Bao Ye, indicating that he should distribute the contents of the bag to everyone.

Upon hearing this, Heilang and Xiaobei couldn't help but look at the colorful Buddhist props with curiosity.

Then, according to Fang Cheng's request, a group of people in the car started to fiddle with it in a hurry.

After a while.

Everyone wore a string of Vajra knots or Buddhist beads on their wrist, a Tantric Buddhist amulet on their chest, and a hideous mask like that of an evil spirit on their face.

It looks extremely weird, as if it is about to perform a ritual at a temple fair, with all kinds of "amulets" covering its entire body.

"Brother Baigui, we are neither lamas nor believers. Does wearing something like this really work?"

Heilang touched the Buddha pendant used to ward off evil spirits and his words were full of doubt.

Master Bao glanced at Heilang and said after a moment of thought:
"If my guess is correct, these things should be used to conceal our identities and origins so that we can pretend to be Tantric practitioners and hide our tracks."

"Yes."

Fang Cheng nodded and smiled without giving any further explanation.

He slowly glanced at everyone in the car, looking at their ferocious looks after putting on the masks, as if evaluating the effect.

Then he whispered to himself: "Not enough..."

Black Wolf asked, "Not enough for what?"

"Your image is too flashy, you need to dress up again."

Fang Cheng's eyes fell on a few eye-catching people, especially the Indian man with a turban.

He frowned slightly and continued:

"Before we take any real action, let's go get a shaved head."

"Uh, shaved head?"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. They looked at each other and began to wonder.

What kind of play is this? Does he really want to become a monk?