Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 141 - 140: I Have a Story, Would You Subscribe?

Chapter 141: Chapter 140: I Have a Story, Would You Subscribe?

By the time Fang Cunzai woke up again, he found himself dressed in tattered clothes, with his Horizontal Blade and the token from the Town Martial Office beside him.

However, the scabbard was missing, and so was the money pouch that used to be on him.

As he got up from the ground, he noticed Zhang San not far away, reading a book.

"Awake?"

Although Fang Cunzai had no idea why he couldn’t withstand the fire Zhang San had unleashed, he had lost, and naturally, he wouldn’t shamelessly challenge Zhang San to another fight.

"Have you seen my scabbard and money pouch?"

Zhang San glanced at Fang Cunzai and said coldly, "Am I your father? To keep track of your things for you?"

Fang Cunzai obediently kept quiet.

After sitting in silence for half a quarter of an hour, Zhang San finally spoke again.

"Do you want to know what exactly happened during our mission with Bai Yucheng?"

Fang Cunzai nodded.

"Just nodding? I have the story; do you have the money to listen? You expect me to tell you without even a subscription?"

Although Fang Cunzai did not quite understand what Zhang San meant by subscription, he could roughly guess that Zhang San couldn’t just tell it for nothing.

But as he checked himself, he indeed had nothing of value left; the money pouch was gone, probably burned by Zhang San’s fire earlier.

Even the guard on his Horizontal Blade was damaged by the fire.

"But I really have no money on me now! I’m serious; if I had any, I would give you all the money I have. Before I came here, I had two Gold Leaves and more than three hundred wen."

Zhang San rolled his eyes at Fang Cunzai and said coldly, "Then I’ll lend you some money; you go buy some wine. We’ll talk after you come back."

As he spoke, Zhang San pulled out a money pouch from his Gluttonous Bag, poured out two Gold Leaves from the pouch, and tossed one to Fang Cunzai.

Looking at the money pouch in Zhang San’s hand, Fang Cunzai couldn’t help saying, "Zhang San, that pouch looks like it’s mine..."

"What about it? How did it become yours? I found it myself! What’s it got to do with you? Do you have no shame? Are you saying you have no shame?"

Fang Cunzai shut up, picked up the Gold Leaf from the ground, and went off to find a place to buy wine.

Zhang San, meanwhile, waved at Hei nearby, signaling him to gather some branches and dead leaves, and if possible, catch a wild chicken.

Before long, Fang Cunzai returned with two large jars of wine, seeing that Zhang San had already started a fire and was baking some cakes.

Zhang San opened them to smell, "Not bad! Top-quality Yellow Glutinous Rice Wine. Fang, you’re quite generous with money, treating me to such good wine."

Fang Cunzai chuckled and said, "The shopkeeper didn’t charge me, so I asked for two of the most expensive jars."

Zhang San eyed the present state of Fang Cunzai up and down a few times.

Fang Cunzai was already tall, just a bit shorter than Big Head Wang, but he was certainly a big guy.

He was all sinewy muscle, very robust.

But now, dressed in those torn clothes with holes in them, not to mention the burnt black layer flaking off as he walked and the cracks in the charred shell oozing blood in some places.

And in his hand, he carried a blade without its scabbard.

It’s no wonder that they didn’t want money, if my store encountered customers who were like ghosts, I wouldn’t dare to charge them either.

So, Zhang San kept drinking while passing the freshly toasted flatbread to Fang Cunzai.

"That time I ambushed the Demon Cult Followers, I was seriously injured. When I woke up, I had amnesia. Bai Yucheng knew I had lost my memory and arranged for me to go to Xiongfeng Manor. There I met new colleagues, which also made it easier for me to establish new friendships. But not long after, we received news that people from the Heavenly Punishment Sect were at Solitary Mountain Manor, and then..."

While Zhang San recounted the past events, he continued toasting flatbreads for Fang Cunzai.

By the time Zhang San got to the part where he reunited with the people from the Town Martial Office in the Ghost Domain, Fang Cunzai had already finished three flatbreads.

"Another one?"

Fang Cunzai rubbed his stomach and shook his head.

"Can’t eat any more?"

Fang Cunzai nodded.

Zhang San then continued with his story while picking up a thick branch from the ground beside him, using it to stir the fire to one side. He then dug out a large clay chunk from beneath the fire.

After smashing the clay chunk, he revealed the roasted wild chicken wrapped in huge leaves inside.

"You’re not eating, right? If you’re not eating, then I’ll have to eat it myself."

After a perfunctory offer, Zhang San ate and talked at the same time.

As for Fang Cunzai opposite him, whether it was hearing about Xu dying while protecting everyone, being moved by Big Head Wang’s ability to remember "Serve the Emperor and subdue the martial artists; dare to act justly on behalf of all under heaven," or perhaps it was Zhang San’s roasted chicken that enticed him, he actually shed tears.

Of course, Zhang San didn’t tell everything.

For example, the part where he himself summoned Blade Intent to kill Bai Yucheng, he omitted, merely saying he scared Bai Yucheng as a bluff, and then Third Miss Gan took action, eventually persuading Bai Yucheng with reason and eloquence such that in the end, he committed suicide.

And the words Bai Yucheng said just before he died, Zhang San repeated them to Fang Cunzai as well.

After finishing the story, a jar of Yellow Glutinous Rice Wine and the roast chicken had both been polished off.

Zhang San took out his coin purse, collected all the copper coins inside, wiped his mouth with it, then threw the purse into the fire. He glanced at Fang Cunzai, whose eyes were filled with loss and confusion.

"Old Fang, I’ve just told you the trial’s verdict. Well, that’s pretty much it. Unless you want to turn against the Town Martial Office, you should just accept it," said Zhang San.

After speaking, Zhang San stood up and patted the dust off his buttocks.

"One more thing, I only told you what happened, but whether or not you believe it is up to you. That I can’t control. If you want to cause trouble for me, I’ll take it. Though I might be lacking a bit to confront you head-on right now, I’m not afraid. It’s just..."

As he spoke, Zhang San’s tone suddenly became fierce, and his expression much more solemn.

"I might not have had deep friendships with those deceased martial artists, but they were my colleagues, and they died right before my eyes! You can say Zhang San is problematic, you can say I’m a bad person, you can even spread rumors that I’m a Demon Cult Follower from the Heavenly Punishment Sect, but you can’t say Bai Yucheng was wronged! If he was wronged, then how do you account for the lives of my brothers in the Town Martial Office?"

Fang Cunzai also stood up, head lowered, and after a long pause, finally spoke, "Up to now, I’m willing to believe that Bai Yucheng was not that kind of person. So I feel there must be some hidden circumstances. But I also don’t think you’re a bad person, so, I won’t be troubling you anymore."

Zhang San looked at Fang Cunzai’s current state, reminded of fans willing to go against the entire world for the sake of their idols.

Such people, somewhat easily deceived, are also somewhat pitiable.

Luckily, I, Zhang San, am a kind man, and haven’t deceived him.

I just didn’t tell him everything, that’s all.

Right, this isn’t being dishonest; it’s just being slow with honesty.