Chapter 755 - 360: You Su’s Nickname; Absurd Game (5k)_2

"Recite a few lines for me." The middleman’s voice was cold.

"The rivers and mountains are muddled, a black hole above the well. The yellow dog has white on its body, the white dog is swollen..."

"You really have a knack for this! Memorized it in a day! This is a great fortune!" The middleman had a look of discovering a treasure, urging, "They are in a hurry, follow me!"

You Su stood up and followed, but his previously humble expression instantly sharpened.

He had been locked in this small house outside the city for a day, with the only task to memorize the seemingly mundane doggerel poem. They had even served him good food and hot water, as if afraid he couldn’t memorize it, but You Su had committed it to memory after just one read.

But You Su had no intention to enjoy it, as he had vaguely guessed what kind of seemingly attractive job the middleman was recommending.

In Beiao Continent, martial valor was honored, and the harsh winds and snow amplified the masculine energy. The men here always had uncontainable tempers. Therefore... the bitter cold of Beiao was actually the place with the most fervor for male love across all five continents, even more so than the Nanyang Continent with its androgynous men and women.

The reason the middleman had You Su memorize the poem was likely to package him as a boy who had some knowledge of poetry and could be sold at a good price. After all, the artist type was considered a rare commodity in Beiao.

You Su did not see male love as an aberration, but when it came to him, of course, he couldn’t sit idly by. So, he decided that once he entered the city, he must rid himself of this trafficker who lured in refugees.

"Hold onto this document. When we enter the city later, say what I tell you to say, and keep quiet when you’re not supposed to speak!"

The middleman handed over a document stamped with a red seal, detailing You Su’s identity and background. Of course, not a word was true, but as long as the red stamp was authentic, it was enough.

You Su carefully accepted this hard-to-come-by fake identity document; ’Dabang’ might become his new identity in Beiao.

Wait, this name?!

For a moment, You Su didn’t know if he should tear up the document. He quickly guessed that this was also the middleman’s marketing tactic.

Under the falling snow, a frivolous young boy skilled in poetry but with a name like ’Dabang’ full of implications. Such contrast made those ravenous men...

Is entering this city really unavoidable... You Su felt distressed, yet the answer was obvious.

Even not for the food, hot water, and inns, entering the city had another more important reason—that is, a vehicle.

The difficulty of traveling on snowy roads was incomparable to the smooth roads of the Central Yuan. To walk from here to Kongyuan Divine Mountain, crossing snow mountains, ice lakes, and overcoming various difficulties would take nearly two months. Walking alone in the ice and snow for two months was undoubtedly a torment to both body and soul. Therefore, many in Beiao had never traveled far from home.

Qu Ye and Miss Wang had previously traveled by snow car; they walked to the Arctic Snowfield only because no vehicles were willing to venture into the desolate Arctic.

"I’m really going to make a fortune this time!"

The middleman clenched his fist in excitement; if he weren’t afraid of scaring You Su away, he would’ve grabbed him with even more intensity.

Returning to where You Su had waited outside yesterday, the refugees still huddled together for warmth, waiting for the businessmen, whom they knew to be unscrupulous, to provide either a lifeline or a dead end.

You Su sighed inwardly, but he was also helpless.

Can killing the three Great Evil Gods make this world better? Clearly, the answer was no.

This only made You Su more determined to help Chen Yi uncover the mastermind behind it all. The pristine white snow concealed too much darkness that should have been exposed.

Suddenly, You Su noticed the refugees stood up together, their previously weary faces now brimming with life.

"Here he comes, here he comes again!" The refugees informed each other, standing up seemingly to welcome someone’s arrival.

This scene also piqued the middleman’s interest, and he stepped over to watch the excitement.

"Make money, make money! No cheating the young or old, make money!"

A shout came from a distance.

You Su raised his eyebrows slightly, instantly recognizing who the newcomer was, or rather, it was impossible not to recognize.

The newcomer was a handsome middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a few strands of white hair mixed in at his temples, a subtle and elusive smile at the corners of his mouth. In terms of appearance, he was definitely a lady killer, but his attire shattered his scholarly demeanor.

He wore an extremely comical and exaggerated colorful Daoist robe, like a peacock showing off its feathers in the black and white world. Behind him, he dragged a box pieced together from several old wooden boards, covered with a white cloth on which was crudely drawn a Bagua diagram, looking both shabby and ridiculous.

This attire made him unmistakably a peculiar character in Beiao.

Yet, this seemingly fake and pompous Daoist attracted a crowd of refugees. They all gathered around the Daoist’s stand, full of anticipation, rubbing their hands eagerly.

"Come, come, don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze! Line up properly, take your time! Everyone will have a chance!"

The gaudy Daoist continued to shout.

The middleman watched from afar, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, snatching business on my turf. Once you squeeze these paupers dry, what can I squeeze?"

You Su heard this and furrowed his brow deeply.