There must be something wrong with me-Chapter 619 - 236: Not Entirely Impossible

'It's one thing for the body to be like this, but now encountering such a person, it really leaves no way to survive.'

Zhang Feng was speechless, but his face directly faced the young man.

This gaze cannot be avoided.

'Is this old undead actually skilled, or just pretending to be calm?'

The young man appeared to be an ordinary coachman but was actually a notorious thief wandering through numerous areas.

Being in this line of work, he definitely had a sharp eye that could discern who was bluffing and who was strong only on the surface.

Yet, when it came to Zhang Feng, this frail old man.

He was truly unsure for a moment.

Because Zhang Feng seemed very much like a person from the Jianghu; his demeanor and words were so natural, not like he was deliberately trying to fool him.

But he didn't leave, because if Zhang Feng was indeed a person from the Jianghu and had some skills.

Then he would have already made a move.

This was the most concrete proof.

"Old man, I'm heading to town, how about I give you a lift?"

The thief pondered, and spoke again to test him.

His demeanor was amiable and approachable, making it difficult to find any faults.

Even if the old man was truly a master, he couldn't exactly 'hit the smiling face,' could he?

If he were to attack, he would have done so already, without needing a second word from him.

'Encountering a shrewd person, it's tough to escape.' Zhang Feng realized when he heard him speak that this person seemed young, but was actually an old vet of the Jianghu.

This had nothing to do with micro-expressions, but was entirely about the seasoned experiences of walking in the Jianghu.

This person was well-versed and broad-minded, embodied in his knowledge of the Jianghu.

"Since little brother is willing to take me, it would be unappreciative of me to refuse."

Seeing it was difficult to shake him off, Zhang Feng was straightforward, forcing himself through the pain in his legs, trying to walk normally.

But after taking two steps.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but cough a few times, his voice hoarse.

"Old man!" Seeing this, the thief suddenly looked concerned and said: "You're coughing so badly, how can you be alright?

Why don't I take a look? I claim to know some medicine."

As he spoke, he was about to dismount from the horse carriage, secretly plotting to kill and rob.

Even a tiny ant is still meat.

Moreover, this old man seemed to be from the Jianghu, perhaps carrying some valuables.

Thinking this, he hastened his dismount, his expression more joyful.

It was precisely this demeanor.

Zhang Feng, analyzing the behavior, pondered and chose not to hide but straightforwardly coughed a few times, slightly limping, pushed away his welcoming arm, and sat at the back of his cart,

"To be honest, I, Zhang Feng, suffered some internal injuries a few days ago and am waiting here for a friend."

Zhang Feng spoke, but didn't finish in one breath, without mentioning who his friend might be,

Because from this person's actions.

Zhang Feng felt withholding information might instead provoke suspicion, preventing him from acting directly.

As his previous glance betrayed greed, he likely thought Zhang Feng was a person from the Jianghu, presuming he had treasures.

So, assuming there were treasures and he was awaiting friends.

In standard logic, he shouldn't be a lone wolf.

Anyway, such matters blend common thinking.

It sounds inconsistent, but to a clever veteran of the Jianghu, this reasoning is ultimately the most logical.

Zhang Feng now judged him as a suspicious and smart person.

If not, then he'd reincarnate, change strategies.

Or reincarnate ten minutes earlier to rest by the roadside afar, avoiding him.

Yet this hiding might evade him, but might also leave other risks on onset.

Zhang Feng still wanted to try resolving him, and wanted to attempt turning this initial threat into an advantage.

"Old man, make sure to sit tight."

And the thief, upon seeing Zhang Feng pushing him away, glanced meaningfully at Zhang Feng's back.

When Zhang Feng awkwardly settled down.

He thought for a few seconds, his hand tightly clenched and then released, finally sitting at the front of the carriage, called "yup," and began driving the horse.

Seemingly indifferent to whatever friends.

But his driving actions, and not attacking, symbolized that he harbored curiosity and dread within.

'This old man is from the Jianghu and injured internally...'

He drove the horse while focusing ahead, avoiding glances backward, and showing no precaution,

'His friend, might it also belong to the Jianghu? Who exactly is it? 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Should I inquire? Or wait before asking?'

His suspicious nature was heavy.

Because long ago, he committed acts based on 'three must-grab'.

Rob the old, rob women, rob children.

Because these three appear troublesome, but are actually easiest to exploit.

Primarily, generally speaking, their constitution was usually inferior, far less than burly men.

Furthermore, if they had any backing.

Robbing then killing, made problems vanish.

Yet he once killed a backed old man, resulting in his fugitive-style crimes.

Including now disguising as a coachman, fearing recognition.

Because he provoked someone from a small sect as a Foundation Establishment cultivator!

They possessed peculiar magic, able to trace a murderer's aura.

Even if the sect named Qingling wasn't renowned, the Sect Leader barely reaching the Golden Core, they were cultivators nonetheless!

To kill him, was like an adult squashing a tiny ant.

Facing such an enemy, he was necessarily cautious, and encountering prey, especially ones like Zhang Feng who seemed to have background and showed no fear.