The End Times as a Song

Huan Rugo gave an awkward smile and shook her head, indicating:

"It shouldn't be me!"

The old drunkard did not believe it:

"Girl, your grandpa isn't easily fooled!"

Lin Yin was a little angry and threw a snow sprite at Zui Weng:

"What brings you here, all flustered and reckless?"

The old drunkard then remembered his important matter, nodded, and prepared to speak:

“Master, the Old Drunkard has something urgent to discuss with you. I’ve found out.”

"but……!"

The old drunkard glanced at Huan Ruge and became hesitant again, not daring to continue speaking.

Lin Yin sensed the old man's worry and spoke up:

"There are no outsiders here, so you can speak frankly."

The old drunkard saw Huan Rugo's place in Lin Yin's heart, but he couldn't let Huan Rugo know what he needed to report, so he still looked troubled.

Seeing the Drunken Old Man's cautious demeanor, Lin Yin realized what he was worried about. He glanced at Huan Rugo, who understood and spoke:

"The old drunkard is looking for you in such a hurry, he must have something urgent to say. Why don't I go out first, you two can talk, and I'll avoid suspicion?"

Lin Yin interrupted Huan Rugo:

"No need, you should rest well. Come out with me, you old drunkard."

After saying this, Lin Yin turned and walked towards the door, not caring about Zui Weng's feelings. Zui Weng awkwardly greeted him:

"Then I'll go out first. You get some rest."

After saying his hello, the drunkard also went out.

Lin Yin waited for the Drunken Old Man in the courtyard. When the Drunken Old Man came out, he became a little impatient.

"Now you can tell me!"

The drunkard immediately stepped forward to report:

“Master, I have inquired about what you asked me to do. There is indeed something strange about Fangcao Village where Huanruge lives.”

Lin Yin's expression was solemn:

"Is something fishy going on? Have you found out everything?"

The drunkard's face turned somewhat awkward:

"You've found out everything, right? You just don't know how to say it?"

Lin Yin was displeased:

"What kind of talk is that? Explain yourself, what's going on?"

The old drunkard scratched his head and thought for a moment:

"Let's put it this way! The origin of Fangcao Village is very strange. It was founded by an ordinary human woman named Xiao Yuanran...!"

Lin Yin was clearly getting anxious:

"What's so strange about that...?"

The old drunkard was speechless:

"Master, don't be in such a hurry! Let me finish!"

Lin Yin closed his eyes and sighed:

"Say it!"

The drunkard continued:

"It's already strange that there are villages in chaotic times, but what's even stranger is that the guide to this village is an ordinary human, and it's a village where humans and demons live together."

Lin Yin was particularly impatient:

"I know all of this, but can you tell me something I don't know...? Stop with the useless talk."

The drunkard looked aggrieved:

"Fangcao Village has a divine source, which is related to Xiao Yuanran and Huan Ruge."

Lin Yin's expression turned very ugly:

"Are you telling the truth?"

The drunkard continued:

"Of course it's true...! I infiltrated the area to find out everything. I found out all the gossip, both the kind you should hear and the kind you shouldn't."

Lin Yin turned around and looked at the Drunken Old Man, feeling uneasy.

"Enough with the nonsense, I just want to know where Shenyuan is now? And what's his connection to Miss Huan?"

The old drunkard suddenly looked at Lin Yin with concern and asked cautiously:

"Master, do you like Miss Huan very much?"

After the old man asked this question, Lin Yin felt even more uneasy:

"Why do you ask?"

The drunkard lowered his head:

"I'm just a little worried about you...!"

Lin Yin was confused:

"What are you worried about? What's there to worry about?"

The drunkard looked up at Lin Yin:

“Master, Huan Rugo may be the divine source you have been searching for.”