Chapter 2: Golden Silk Blood Eel!
Translator: AstralGhost Editor: Kurisu
As a whistling wind blew through its walls, the slightly dilapidated mansion seemed like a bleak old man on the verge of death. In some places, the tiles had already fallen off.
Such a scene really caused one to wonder whether this mansion would crumble apart in the near future.
But Bei Feng knew that the mansion was already like this since he was young. The only difference was that it was occupied at that time, and much of the tiles were still intact back then.
"Click, screech!"
Bei Feng took out a key, turned it in the slightly rusted lock and pushed the door. The paint on the previously scarlet red door was now flaking and peeling off. It was almost all gone. Due to the many years of neglect and disrepair, the influence of rot and decay could be heard in the sounds made when the door was pushed.
After entering the old mansion, a spacious garden opened up before his eyes. Due to his absence and neglect, the entire garden was overgrown with weeds. Other than a few wild tea trees, which were in decent condition, only a huge banyan tree stood erect at the center of the garden.
The tree’s trunk was so wide that it would require three people to hold their hands to surround it. A few hundred years had passed since it was planted, and yet it continued to flourish. Its branches and luxuriant foliage spread out in all directions, casting a huge shadow over the area, just as it had for hundreds of years.
Below the banyan tree, there was a stone table and a few stone stools. One could easily spend an entire humid summer afternoon after a satisfying lunch, just sitting beneath the shelter of the banyan tree with but a pot of good tea.
Bei Feng carefully measured everything in the yard, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. Even if it was just a blade of wild grass, everything gave Bei Feng a sense of familiarity.
Pushing open the door to his bedroom, the heavy smell of ash, mold and dust it had been so long covered in surged from inside towards him.
The furniture in the room was all covered with white plastic sheets. The plastic sheets themselves, were similarly blanketed by a thick layer of dust.
After putting away his luggage, Bei Feng began to busy himself.
Going toward the storage area first, Bei Feng saw that it was piled high with all kinds of miscellaneous items. There were things like a stone mill, a hammer, and even a wooden plough that could be pulled by an ox.
Bei Feng picked up a little black bucket and walked out. The small bucket wasn’t too heavy, its maximum capacity allowing only around 20 to 30 catty [1] of water.
A coarse rope was attached to the bucket, its other end attached to a bamboo pole.
Carrying the bucket, Bei Feng proceeded toward the area neighboring the garden. Here, two thin pieces of green stone plates were placed together, side by side.
Bei Feng put the bucket down and pushed at the green stone plates. With a little effort, the stone plates were pushed apart, sending the multiple centipede-like arthropods below them to scatter off in all directions in panic.
