Get away and Run Away!

Wellbeing 2

"You sly old man! That's a five-year-old kid!" Lou Binghe exclaims as he notices Cale and Xioa Ying having a good time with the ghost wine Hua-Xiaodi brought.

Cale directed his finger at himself.

"Old man? I'm old? I'm still in my prime and proper 32 years," Cale retorts. Bud was supposed to be his drinking partner, but that jerk keeps eluding him. So long as Ying'er isn't doing anything wrong, he can ignore this. Given his blabbering, the child makes a much more interesting drinking companion. He enjoys hearing this kid's interesting stories.

"Ho, someone can drink that wine," San Lang said as he entered through the window.

Why are these two entering the window when there is a freaking door?

Well, he can't really fault him considering how he uses these windows to commit crimes.

"How are Vicross and Ron?" he inquired of Lou Binghe, who had dispatched those two to CaiQiong Mountain to train. It'd be nice if those two could live a little longer because he's as good as an immortal right now.

The kids keep nagging Wei Ying to quit drinking. San Lang laughed and sat down, taking one of the jars and drinking his fill.

"Cai'er-Da, I believe my god will be visiting my Ghost City; would you like to attend the festival?"

"Ghost City?"

"Are you aware, then?"

San Lang is certainly quick to learn.

Lou Binghe looks him in the eyes and draws his sword against him.

"My... what a feisty puppy," San Lang exclaims as he draws his scimitar.

A bright silver shield, however, appeared in front of them. Cale looked at them before setting the cup of tea on the holder.

"If you're going to fight, not in my house."

The two of them gulped.

"We're just fooling around," San Lang joked before returning to his seat. Lou Binghe sat on the seat as well, looking like a lost puppy.

Well, races of various kinds coexist peacefully with the redhead. Discrimination is seen as a taboo subject, which is why this man is difficult to identify as an enemy.

"Evil and good are two sides of the same coin, but that doesn't mean that what people think is good and bad is absolute," Cale said, prodding the poor puppy, "What you think and your biases are not always right. Remember that."

Anyway, since the ghost city is also a redlight district, children are absolutely not allowed. Cale's first outing without his children!

San Lang gave him demon currency worth ten million yuan.

This ghost demon is filthy rich!

So. The first stop! The Gambler's Den!

Cale walked up to the door, and there were verses on two columns at the entrance. "Money Over Life" was on the left, "Gains Over Shame" was on the right, and "HAHAHAHA" was on the top horizontal column.

Cale hasn't gambled in a very long time. The sound of dice rolling, or money and bets lived up to San Lang's description of a lively city. Anyway, for such a fantastic place to make money, that hideous writing is unforgivable. It's a pity he's calling it calligraphy! He only understood it because his brilliant invented a way to read it.

"Is everything all right, Hyung?"

Cale was taken aback when he saw a tall man, almost as tall as Alver Crossman. He wore an eyepatch, but his stature and build are nothing like those depicted in history books.