Volume 1 Chapter 161: Unrecognizable Opponent

  Chapter 161: Unrecognizable Opposite

  "Does this big sister still remember me?" The pawnshop owner asked with a smile.

  The woman saw him and several men behind him surrounding her small cart, with a hint of not letting her leave, and she involuntarily retreated back, but it was already the corner of the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

  "It's just a memory, what's the point of looking for me? I don't have anything worth giving either."

  "Don't be afraid, sister-in-law. I don't have any malicious intentions. It's just that comb you brought over the other day - do you still have it with you? If you do, may I take another look at it?" The pawnshop owner had come for the comb.

  The woman had a bad impression of the greedy shopkeeper, and coldly replied to him, "The comb is gone, someone bought it. You only offered me ten cents, but that person gave me two taels of silver."

  The shopkeeper was shocked, "You're selling it for only two taels of silver? Women are really short-sighted. You told your husband that the comb was worth a lot that day, how can you sell it so cheaply to someone else now?"

  The woman looked at the shopkeeper's face and thought it was laughable. "I told you that this comb is worth a lot, but you said either ten copper coins or get out. How can I not sell it to someone else? Now, you've come to realize its value and are chasing after me to add silver? Unfortunately, it's too late. Please let me through, I want to pack up my stall and go home."

  The pawnshop owner's sharp eyes narrowed as he said "you", and a very cold voice came from behind him.

  "I ask you, where did that comb come from? And who was it sold to?" The voice sent a chill down the listener's spine.

  The doll burst into tears.

  The man who spoke came out from beside the pawnshop owner, slender and small in stature, wearing a long black satin shirt with sleeves rolled up to reveal a snowy white cuff, on which were embroidered two golden flower petals. His eyes were slanted and his whites were much larger than his irises, with a bright red mole between his eyebrows, his mouth was large but his face was gaunt, his expression stern and murderous. At his waist hung a black-handled knife, the handle wrapped in a snowy white handkerchief.

  Look at the men standing on both sides of Zhan, they are all in black clothes with white sleeves, but there is no flower pattern, yet their momentum is overwhelming.

  The woman took one look and knew he wasn't someone to be trifled with. She was a bit intimidated and couldn't speak for the moment.

  That man's gaze swept over the woman like a thin blade, his hand on the hilt, his thumb pushed forward, revealing the silver blade in the scabbard, then with lightning speed he drew it out and chopped the small cart in two.

  "Say."

  The woman was not an inexperienced simple-minded woman. Seeing the cart destroyed, the goods on the cart scattered all over the ground, and her last savings ruined in an instant, she was more grief-stricken than fearful. She cried out, "Who are you people? Why should I tell you anything? If you have the guts, kill my mother and me right here in front of everyone."

  Wherever there are people who like to watch the excitement, let alone in a small market with many vendors and pedestrians. The pawnshop owner saw that not a few people began to look over here, and couldn't help but feel guilty, pulling at the black-clad man, saying enough is enough. But the black-clad man gave him a fierce glare, scaring him into shrinking back and breaking out in cold sweat.

  "It's useless for you to be alive." The man coldly spat out these words, and before he even finished speaking, "I can sell your daughter to the lowest brothel, raise her for a few years, and she'll be ready to receive customers. Those days of living worse than death are all caused by you, this useless woman, don't blame me."

  The woman's eyes widened in horror as she stared at the man, who seemed like an evil spirit from hell. She completely forgot about the cart and goods, using her body to shield her daughter.

  "If you make me say it again, I'll keep my promise." The man saw the woman's fear and a cold smile appeared on his lips. Humans, as long as they have emotions, have weaknesses. There is no such thing as justice, only strong and weak. Anyone weaker than him was not worth sparing.

  The woman no longer dared to conceal the truth and told everything clearly. When she finished speaking about the person who bought the comb just leaving, the man in black immediately led his men to hastily chase after him.

  The pawnshop owner wiped the cold sweat from his brow, gazing at the mess on the ground. He felt a twinge of sympathy for the woman, but as a businessman, he couldn't help but say, "Consider yourself lucky that you and your daughter are safe. As for these cheap goods, they were never worth much to begin with. I wouldn't even take them if you gave them to me for free. And don't think that comb is valuable just because those people were willing to kill to get it back. To us, it's nothing more than a worthless trinket, no matter how fine it looks." He couldn't bring himself to admit that he had misjudged the situation.

  The woman's soul was still reeling from the shock, and she worried that her loose tongue would bring great disaster to that kind-hearted young master. She completely ignored the pawnshop owner's words, sitting on the ground in a daze.

  Mozi didn't know that after she left, the woman was threatened and had a comb hidden in her bosom, feeling as heavy as her mood.

  Why is the comb I made appearing in the Jade Palace? However, since it fell out of a craftsmanship book, perhaps before losing my memory, I was a craftsman in the imperial palace? Disguising as a man? It's not that I haven't thought about being a princess or noble lady, but in her childhood memories, her daily life wasn't luxurious, shouldn't be so lucky, and transmigrated into an extremely pitiful body.

  What bothered her the most were two things. One was her relationship with Daqiu, why did she have a feeling of being extremely close yet hateful? The other thing was that the man who sang and gave her the spring heart wood comb, who was he?

  She was very concerned in her mind, but her instincts firmly rejected getting close to the gap in her heart.

  There was a small ditch on the road, she jumped over it, feeling that the comb in her arms also jumped up, and her heart followed suit. Something flashed out of the crack, burning with pain.

  Will the memory recover quickly? Should I find a more skilled doctor to give myself acupuncture on my head? The TV show has a special needle technique that locks people's memories, I don't know if it really exists. And since letting Jianghu Langzhong diagnose her, she hasn't had a proper follow-up examination.

  She was walking absent-mindedly and didn't hear the footsteps getting closer and closer until a hand appeared on her shoulder, at which point she reflexively jumped back and shouted, "Who's there?"

  Several men in black clothes and leather belts with long knives at their waists stared at her expressionlessly.

  That person with a red mole on her forehead, her facial features are even more ugly than Huayi's, and her breath is extremely cold. Her eyes are also gloomy. However, when she saw her for a moment, she showed an unbelievable expression, and her knees couldn't help but slightly bend.

  "Who are you?" Mo Zi instinctively sensed the other's fierce aura, and also noticed that they were armed. Inwardly, he regretted being too careless today and not having Zan Jin come out with him.

  His eyebrows were frozen, and his eyes were puzzled, but he quickly reacted, collected his expression, and straightened his knees with a fist, saying, "Young man, did you just buy a comb?"

  Although Meizhi was paying attention to the man's changing expression, she wouldn't be able to guess what a stranger was thinking, no matter how skilled she was; she could only be extremely cautious of this seemingly very dangerous man in front of her.

  Ask her about the comb? Why? Should she answer yes or no? Mozi is an engineering graduate, and before making any decision, she would first use logic to reason it out. These people came to find her, obviously at the behest of that aunt who sold rouge. If she didn't admit it, perhaps they would go back and bother the aunt again. Thinking this way, she had her answer.

  "It's this one." She also honestly pulled out a comb, "It's this one."

  The mole between her eyebrows didn't look at the comb but looked at the purple ink, and the doubt in her eyes deepened.

  He didn't say anything else, and his subordinates found it strange. They thought to themselves, "Isn't he going to chase after the thief?" One of them, who was normally quite bold, cautiously asked him in a low voice.

  The mole on his eyebrow couldn't help but speak up in a low voice, "Young man, you look very familiar, have we met before?"

  "None," replied Mozi, shaking his head. After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered that he had a blank face today, and wondered if the person in front of him was someone he knew before losing his memory? But then again, he felt that the other party's question wasn't quite certain, so he added another sentence, "This big brother must have mistaken me for someone else."

  She raised an eyebrow, pursed her lips and said with a dry smile, "I'm afraid I made a mistake. Apart from the fact that you look similar to someone I know in terms of facial features and physique, everything else is completely different." For example, gender.

  However, a woman can disguise herself as a man. His eyes sparkled, but his eyebrows relaxed.

  "Hey, little brother, I see you're a grown man, why are you buying a woman's comb?" Looking at Mozi, he appeared extremely delicate, but his eyebrows were straight and sharp, his posture was upright, and his voice was low and powerful, without any of the awkwardness of a woman dressed as a man.

  "I didn't intend to buy anything, but seeing the old lady and her daughter looking pitiful, I thought of buying some cosmetics for my sisters at home. Accidentally, I bumped into this old comb, and the old lady thought I liked it, so she kept telling me how good the comb was. I saw that the peony carved on the back of the comb was quite unique, and it would be great for painting, so I bought it. I don't know what's wrong with this comb, but several big brothers chased after me?" Mozi said, realizing he was now standing on a quiet small path.

  "I won't hide it from you, young master, this comb is a treasured item of our household. Somehow, it was stolen by thieves and we've been searching for it for a long time. We finally found out that it's in the hands of a small peddler, but then you bought it from him. Young master, if you don't mind, would you be willing to resell it to us? That way, we can return home with a clear conscience." He was extremely harsh towards the ignorant women and children, but extremely polite to Mozi. Why? Only he himself knew.

  His subordinates did not understand what he meant.

  Is it destined that she can't have good things in her hands? The Water Purifying Pearl is gone, and the Spring Heart Wood is also going to be gone.

  Don't say she's not brave, planning to give the comb to someone. When a person is faced with five or six killer-like people, believe her, it's absolutely not worth losing her life for an old comb. Even if this comb might restore her memory.

  "A gentleman does not take away what others love." Mozi handed over the comb with both hands, and as soon as their ten fingers touched, her heart trembled nonstop. "Just take it, all of you."

  Her doubts about Mei Xing's mole were reduced by a few points. She thought to herself, if it was really her, how could she have handed over the comb so easily?

  He immediately smiled and took it, gesturing to his men to bring out a package of silver, "Young brother, you're being generous, I won't be stingy either. Here's 100 taels of silver, consider it my family's way of thanking you for letting go."

  "Hehe, your master is so generous, it seems this thing is indeed precious to him. Today's luck is really good, spent two taels and got back one hundred taels. One hundred taels of silver, I can even buy a peony with that. Thank you, thank you." Mozi naturally accepted the silver.

  Two taels turned into one hundred taels, could this be the first step on her road to wealth?

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