Chapter 1255 - 1252: Sigh! Not Going to Say It

"Why do I get the feeling from your tone that you're just here to mark your territory...?"

Ansheng made a quirky face, looking at Momo, who seemed a bit eager.

Qingao Island and Fox Immortal Palace aren't exactly well-known tourist spots, right? Neither is officially operational.

Momo... seems like she's hiding something, maybe because Ah Qing is nearby?

"Mark what territory? Sure, if you look good, you should show it off, but I'm not that bold." Momo rolled her eyes at Little Fox and said:

"Ah Qing keeps raving in the group about how considerate the Spirit Beast service is on Qingao Island, and how luxurious the Fox Immortal Palace is, while we're stuck just looking at pictures online..."

"I only came to Xia Dong to do three things: show off my meals, show off on Qingao Island, cook a couple of dishes at Fox Immortal Palace, show off my meals!"

"......" Ansheng's face had dark lines, utterly convinced of Momo's outrageous statements.

For someone who's willing to drive over a hundred kilometers just to eat lychee roasted goose, there's nothing she won't do.

After hugging Huhu, Ah Qing and Momo started planning their tourist itinerary.

Lunch at home, afternoon on Qingao Island, evening rest at Fox Immortal Palace, and participate in Wandering God tomorrow.

Even though Momo's hometown in the Lingnan Region had already celebrated the new year, she still had to return before the Lantern Festival.

They had just watched Ah Qing's livestream and were specially coming to Xia Dong to join the Wandering God's festivities.

"Four o'clock... no, no, just get here before half past five with Ah Qing. I worry if it's too early, Master Fuli might jump up and kick me."

After planning out their itinerary, Ah Qing led everyone out from the room, ready to sit in the living room waiting for the big family meal.

However.

As everyone reached the stairs, they heard voices coming from the living room.

Old Chen held a registration form, discussing tomorrow's Wandering God details with Yu Zhenghong in advance.

For tomorrow's Wandering God, both Yu Zhenghong and Ah Qing are members of the team.

Ah Qing is one of the flag team leaders, and Yu Zhenghong would be playing the big drum to boost the team's morale.

"Ah Qing, are you free tomorrow?" Yu Zhenghong asked with some doubt, looking at Ah Qing.

Yu Zhenghong was previously sure Ah Qing would be able to arrive on time, but now classmates were home, and he wasn't so sure.

"No problem, I'll be there by morning." Ah Qing thought about the time and said.

"Alright! I'll add your name to the list." Old Chen nodded at Ah Qing, and after checking off her name on the registration form, he prepared to visit another family to confirm numbers.

However.

Before leaving, Old Chen secretly winked at Master Fuli behind Yu Zhenghong's back, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Hmm?"

Ansheng looked puzzled but remained silent, jumping off Ah Qing's shoulder and following Old Chen outside.

Just stepping out, Ansheng saw Old Chen sitting on an electric bike across the road, holding a phone, speaking while looking at the screen:

"Confirm one last time, is anyone in the Wandering God team going to call in sick tomorrow?"

"If you don't speak up now and you miss tomorrow, then you'll just have to apologize honestly at the shrine, and you'll receive a deduction of 111..."

"Also, Chen Nian, stop just deducting 1, tell your friends to dress neatly, as Qing TV and Ah Qing will be live streaming. We're advocating for civilization and new trends now..."

"Let's not arrange any girl dance troupe shows; we need to present our village properly."

Old Chen spoke into the voice message while reviewing the attendee list on the registration form.

"Oi!"

Ansheng stood by the roadside for a while, waiting until several electric bikes passed by in a row before casually crossing the road, glancing at Old Chen who was still working, and calling out.

"Early morning, what brings you to me?" Ansheng jumped onto the electric bike, sitting in the basket with a quirky face, looking at Old Chen, saying:

"Just a reminder, I can't help you arrange for your dance troupe to perform outside the shrine, that's way too much."

The girl dance troupe Old Chen spoke of wasn't your typical dance performance.

The most conservative ones wore hot pants and bikinis, slightly more daring ones did strip dances, and the downright frenzied ones would grab a spectator to the stage for a kiss.

Changxi Town, with its show-off culture, would always see wealthy patrons hiring girl dance troupes as welfare during holidays.

"Hey, hey, hey! Those are outdated stories. Anyone still pulling such stunts will face a harsh reckoning from me first."

Old Chen widened his eyes, unsure of where Master Fuli heard tales of "dance troupes," quickly waving his hand to interrupt, worried others might hear.

"Our village hasn't had those in four or five years; Master Fuli, don't slander us baselessly."

"Right, right, then when I come back on Qingming Festival, if I see a dance performance going on at the hilltop, I'll fish out the feng shui fish in your aquarium and make a stew out of it..." Ansheng rolled his eyes with a snarky comment.

"........" Old Chen looked embarrassed, staying silent.

Though such acts are banned in the village, who could stop someone from inviting their ancestors to enjoy a spirited dance?

There's no law stating ancestors can't watch a thrilling performance; if there's no legal prohibition, it's all fair game.

"Ahem... let's not discuss that. Those matters are beyond a village head's control."

Old Chen cleared his throat, easing the awkwardness, organizing his thoughts, he said to Master Fuli:

"Let's focus on the main topic: I've arranged tomorrow's Wandering God team, but what about your brothers and the Security Bureau, Master Fuli?"

"Those guys carrying guns and cannons, whenever I glance their way, it feels like they could offer me two clips of bullets any moment..."

"My brothers?" Ansheng paused, looking puzzled at Old Chen and asked:

"What did I arrange? I haven't done anything, why is the Security Bureau here?"

"Look there..." perceiving Master Fuli's genuine confusion, Old Chen pointed his lips towards the village entrance and said: "The shop at the village entrance, Sparrow Immortal, was bound by the Security Bureau and stuffed on a plane to the Imperial Capital for a tour."

Upon hearing this, Ansheng squinted slightly, gazing towards the store several hundred meters away.

Inside, Little Angel tiptoed, pulling out a phone to scan a QR code for payment.

A stranger from the sales counter took out a Spiritual Grain Metal Long Knife from the drawer, handing it to Little Angel.

Little Angel passed the knife to Jellyfish Lady.

Jellyfish Lady raises the knife with one tentacle, holding a can of Sprite with another, walking out with Little Angel.

"... Does our village even have executioners ready?" Ansheng, stunned, asked Old Chen.

"I don't know about that, all I know is that now there's a massive fat leopard lying at my house, snoring thunderously, and the weapon boxes outnumber the farming tools in my shed..."

Old Chen waved his hand, speaking with some helplessness.

Since knowing Master Fuli, strange things never stopped happening at home.

Initially, it was just some rifle guides, then it was foreign busty babes, followed by dozens of caged songstresses without bells.

His home unknowingly turned into [Changxi Town·Spirit Beast Gang Outpost].

Wherever he looked, it was always some crazy stuff.

"... Can you stop with the pity talk? Master Fuli can't stand to hear such human woes." Ansheng retorted at Old Chen, crying and laughing:

"When we went to Hai Linglong for a footbath, you didn't skimp a bit; you were exuberant for sure."

Old Chen: "......"