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Chapter 338 - 338 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend

Chapter 338: 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend Yi Yan’s reward of 5000 Starting Coins) _1 Chapter 338: 204 Grim Reaper Amos (4200) (Thanks to Book Friend Yi Yan’s reward of 5000 Starting Coins) _1 “Tap tap tap…tap tap tap…”

Casio lightly tapped his fingers on the red lacquered wooden door. The dull knocks echoed in the hallway on the first floor.

Shortly after, footfalls descending from the second floor were heard. A few seconds later, those footsteps stopped behind the wooden door.

“Who is it?”

Tom’s voice came from inside.

“It’s me, I’m back.”

A faint smile spread across Casio’s face as he spoke.

“Uncle? You’re finally back!”

The door creaked open, and Tom’s head popped out from inside, a look of ecstasy across his face.

Then, his expression froze.

The delight in his eyes turned to doubt as he sized up Casio’s height of one meter seventy and his frail body. What drew his attention the most was the refined and fair face.

“This… Miss… May I ask?”

Tom tentatively asked.

“What? You can’t even recognize me anymore?”

Casio’s lips moved as he spoke emotionlessly. His voice was still the voice of Li Wei, low and slightly hoarse.

Just listening to his voice, one could sense a measure of vicissitude.

“Uncle?” An expression of disbelief spread across Tom’s face as he stuck his head out, peering suspiciously at the flowerbeds on both sides of the house, “Uncle, where are you hiding? Please don’t play this kind of joke on me, Uncle!”

Casio stood in place, his eyelid twitching. His main personality was gradually shifting towards that of a killer, his gaze sharp.

Recalling Li Wei’s memories, he said, “Do you know what I do to discipline you when you’ve made a mistake?”

“What?”

Tom was confused for a moment and turned his head.

“Ouch!”

Getting hit hard on the head, he started to clutch his head and took a few steps backward, looking at Casio for a second time with a complex and bizarre gaze.

Height, one meter seventy. Uncle, well over one meter eighty.

Small frame, delicate skeleton. Although Uncle had lost weight due to some reasons, his overall frame remained large.

Delicate face, blond hair, looking like a noble girl around fifteen or sixteen years old. No need to say more about Uncle’s weather-beaten face.

And that skin, whiter than snow, while Uncle had callouses all over his hands and scars dotting all over his body.

So, there’s absolutely no way that the person in front of him could be Uncle!

Tom’s acute sense hit him, his gaze was filled with wisdom. Casio nodded, Li Wei had done a good job teaching. The kid was pretty bright. Even after such an extensive transformation, familiar people could still recognize each other’s souls.

About to explain the situation, he started saying, “Actually…”

Bang!

The door was closed, the wind messing up his fringe.

“Don’t try to trick me. Uncle once taught me, good-looking people are the least reliable! I don’t know how you were able to replicate Uncle’s voice, but now you’re trespassing into someone else’s private property by climbing over the enclosure wall, this is illegal! Get out right now, or I will call the police!”

Tom’s steadfast voice carried over from beyond the door.

Casio took some time to think, Li Wei truly did teach Tom these life lessons. And suddenly facing a stranger claiming to be your friend, asking you to open the door to let him in…

The average person probably wouldn’t believe it either.

Casio smiled, thinking that Tom was rather safety-conscious. Even when he lived alone, he wouldn’t be at a disadvantage. It affirmed his previous assessment that Tom was sharp.

Two minutes later.

In the hallway on the first floor, Tom was squatting in a corner with a lump on his head, crying. As he cried, his nose also streamed.

Casio rubbed his hands together and began to remount the door he had taken off from the wall. Of course, it was merely blocking the doorway and not restored to its original state as the metal bolts in the door frame were broken.

He turned back, taking a glance at the bitterly crying Tom.

He huffed, “Brat, can’t even recognize your uncle. Xia La is sharper, she recognized me instantly.”

At the side, the girl named Xia La in a white dress covered her mouth and giggled, looking at Tom with an expression of schadenfreude.

Over an hour later, it was time for lunch.

On the second floor, there was a carpet next to the stair entrance. Next to the carpet was a shoe cabinet, and on it sat a white vase.

There was nothing in the vase. On the surface of the porcelain were engraved patterns, and beneath the patterns were three lines of poetry written in ancient Hong Li language.

What is beauty that you and I long for,

So the loveliness of roses may ever live on.

Just as a blossomed flower withers with time.

Behind the stairs was a living room. The walls were coated with a brown lacquer, emitting an elegant atmosphere. A round teak table sat in the middle of the room, and to the left was a small velvet sofa.

A corridor on the left of the living room led to the study and bedrooms, and another on the right led to the kitchen. Both the east and west sides had square windows, the white curtains with floral patterns tied together by black bands. The windows were half-open for fresh air to flow in.

As usual, Casio donned an apron and began preparing the meal. He glanced at the full-length mirror next to the living room and, after briefly considering, decided not to wear the apron and just cook.

Halfway through cooking, Xia La suddenly ran over.

She helped Casio prepare the ingredients at a rapid pace, and in the blink of an eye, half a head of broccoli was chopped, set to the side.

Casio turned his head in curiosity, asking.

“What’s wrong? Craving broccoli?”