Scum Male's Whitewashing Manual

7.15

Zhong Hua was confused and got into the house. He didn’t want to be close to this strange-looking person. He subconsciously looked back and asked his father for help.

“Dad…”

“Since the Daoist master said there’s a fate, you should accompany him to chat tonight.” 

No, Dad. Did he just give me away so easily?

Under his father’s smile and nod, Zhong Hua was dragged into the house.

The Daoist priest, who looked not much older than him, looked at him with a smile, “Young man, sit down and rest for a while.” 

Zhong Hua: “… Thank you.” 

He sat down stiffly, watched the Daoist priest beckon at the door, and looked at himself, but there was nothing there.

“Um, your … surname?”

“My surname is Wei.” 

Wei Mingyan looked up and down at the young man in front of him, “Young man, how about fortune telling?”

“No, no. I don’t believe this …”

Zhong Hua looked uncomfortable because of the caring light radiating from this elder. He really couldn’t adapt to a man who didn’t even look like he was 30 years old yet, but spoke with a tone as if he was an elder.

“You survived, there will be a blessing afterwards.” 

Wei Mingyan chuckled, “At least, at the end of the year, you will be promoted. I’ll congratulate you in advance.” 

Zhong Hua revealed a stiff smile, “Thank you.” 

There was a sudden movement in the house, “Who came?”

He quickly stood up, “Grandpa Gen, it’s me, Huahua.” 

“Huahua, did you come back to see your parents?” The old man’s voice was full of vitality as he lifted the curtain and walked out with a smile.

He was still smiling, but his exposed face startled Zhong Hua.

“What’s wrong with your face?”

“I fell when I went up the hill to get firewood this afternoon. It’s nothing.”  The old man stretched himself, a little embarrassed to face Wei Mingyan, “I don’t know what’s going on here, I fell asleep as soon as I got home. I guess I made you wait long.” 

“That’s okay, I also happen to be talking to Zhong Hua.” 

The named Zhong Hua was still looking straight at the old man in front of him. He didn’t understand how the old man could get large blue bruises under his eyes, his revealed arms also had such traces, you could tell how painful they were just by looking at them.

“Grandpa Gen, why don’t I go home and get you some medicinal liquor? These injuries look too frightening. Tomorrow, we should go to the hospital in town, so they could take a look at it.” 

“No, no. It doesn’t hurt at all, see.”  The old man smiled and waved his hand. In order to prove that it really didn’t hurt, he reached out and poked the wound on his face.

Under Zhong Hua’s wide-open eyes, a mixture of what appeared to be water and blood spilled out from where the finger poked.

It was simply unlike human skin, it was rotten when you poke it.

Zhong Hua was startled by this sudden thought, and watched the old man take some tissue paper to wipe the wound on his face.

“Maybe it’s infected …”