Wang the Butcher soon put Wei Junyong at ease.

When it came to coaxing children, women were better at it. They were gentle, meticulous, and children could easily warm up to them. If it were me, I would have grown impatient long ago.

Before long, I heard Wang the Butcher say, "Xiao Yong, what's that white hair on your head?"

Wei Junyong said, "It's natural."

"The villagers say that your mother was a celestial being. When she gave birth to you that year, she was nearly fully formed, and white hair grew all over her body. She was about to come out and harm people, but your grandfather smashed her to death with a peach wood stick. My dad hasn't spoken to your grandfather for so many years because your grandfather killed his wife."

"The person who told me this even pointed to the top of my head and told me that you were born with a lock of white hair. That's what your mother left you."

When I heard this, my heart sank slightly. Wei Junyong's situation might be more complicated than I had imagined.

That tuft of white hair on his head was probably related to a family of術士 (Shu Shi, Taoist masters), and if there were no Shu Shi in his family, he probably wouldn't have lived this long.

Wang the Butcher followed up, "Then haven't you ever asked your father about the white hair on your head?"

"I have!" Wei Junyong said, "I asked my dad what was going on with the white hair on my head, and he said, 'That's just village gossip.'"

"But when I asked him, 'Why don't you talk to Grandpa?' he wouldn't say a word."

"I always feel like what the villagers said is true, because my dad never talks to my grandpa. The two of them are like enemies when they meet. Even if they have to talk, they make me relay the message."

"In my memory, they've only spoken to each other once, and that was just a month ago."

I guessed right. Wei Junyong was indeed from a family of術士 (Shu Shi, Taoist masters).

Wang the Butcher asked nonchalantly, "Then can you tell me about what's been happening to you? Trust me, we can definitely help you."

People usually either don't say a word about their secrets, but once they've said one thing, it's easier to ask about the rest.

Wei Junyong spilled everything that had happened to him like pouring beans from a bamboo tube:

A month ago, a group of people came to find my dad in a car. The leader, surnamed Wang, walked into the house, clicking his tongue and saying, "The famous Mr. Wei, why doesn't he fix the Feng Shui of his own home?"

My dad glanced at him. "I've already retired from the Jianghu (martial world). Go where you came from!"

The man surnamed Wang laughed. "Once you've been in the Jianghu (martial world), you can never truly retire. Besides, Mr. Wei still has something in our hands, doesn't he?"

As he spoke, the man surnamed Wang waved his hand, and a person limped in from outside. When that person saw my dad, his face turned pale, and he hunched over, trying to hide near the door. If the man surnamed Wang hadn't coughed, he might have turned around and run.

The man surnamed Wang said with a smile, "Mr. Wei should be familiar with him, right? Five years ago, you took his leg. Back then, you were so famous that he didn't even dare to fart. But times have changed. If I take him to the authorities now, what will happen to you?"

My dad's eyes widened. "Are you looking for death?"

As he spoke, my dad slammed his hand on the table. The solid wooden table, more than an inch thick, immediately cracked with a gash more than a foot long.

The man surnamed Wang wasn't afraid at all. "You have to have the ability to kill me!"

"He doesn't, but I do!" My grandpa walked in from outside, I don't know when.

The man surnamed Wang jumped up from the heated brick bed in fright. "Old sir, you're still..."

"I'm not dead yet, am I?" My grandpa sat down on the bed with his pipe in his hand, looking at the man out of the corner of his eye.

"Old sir, you're joking!" The man surnamed Wang seemed to remember something. He straightened his back and placed a jade pendant on the heated bed. "The boss said that we must get Mr. Wei to take action no matter what. The pendant has that person's blood on it. This is what your Wei family owes him."

My grandpa reached out and picked up the jade pendant, cupping it in his hands and rubbing it vigorously. Green jade powder flowed down through his fingers. He actually rubbed a piece of jade into powder!

The man surnamed Wang turned pale with fright. "What are you..."

My grandpa reached out to the man surnamed Wang. "Come here!"

"N-no... it's not... I..." The man surnamed Wang was so scared that he couldn't even speak.

My grandpa stood up, raised his leg, and kicked the man surnamed Wang in the leg. I heard a cracking sound, and the man surnamed Wang fell to the ground, clutching his leg and rolling around like a slaughtered pig.

My grandpa said in a deep voice, "If you shout again, I'll make sure you can't shout for the rest of your life."

The man surnamed Wang immediately stifled his cries, the sweat on his forehead streaming down like water, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

My grandpa said in a deep voice, "My son broke someone else's leg, and he didn't dare to say a word. Now, I've broken your leg. Do you dare to speak?"

"N-no... I don't dare..." The man surnamed Wang shook his head desperately.

My grandpa said, "Go back and tell your boss that my son has taken this job. Whether he succeeds or not, don't come looking for us again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite. Get out!"

The man surnamed Wang didn't dare to make a sound. He crawled out of the house himself and then called for people to carry him away.