196: Could you cook me a couple of dishes?

Half an hour ago.

Fang Bai was startled awake by a feeling of suffocation, only to sit up abruptly and find himself lying in a cramped room.

Where the hell have I been brought to?

He looked down at his hands and let out a soft cry of surprise, "What's going on? My external injuries are all healed?"

He remembered he was in a fierce battle with the Demon Lord, and then was chased by a group of Demon Kings while trying to escape?

Later, he suffered a backlash and lost consciousness.

Just as Fang Bai was about to get a sense of his body's condition, the blackout curtain was suddenly pulled back, and an old man in a grey bathrobe appeared before him.

"Who are you?"

Old Master Hisamura glanced at him, looking somewhat surprised. "You woke up so soon?"

Hmm?

Little Japanese language?

He couldn't understand the gibberish the other party was saying.

Fang Bai: "Old man, did you save me?"

Hisamura didn't seem to expect Fang Bai to speak the Dragon Country language and asked in surprise, "A Dragon Country person?"

He had thought Fang Bai was a local who had returned injured from the front lines, never expecting that he was actually from the Dragon Country.

The old man sighed in his heart. Yumi, oh Yumi, you've really caused this old man a lot of trouble.

After thinking for a moment, Old Master Hisamura turned and left. Just as Fang Bai was wondering what he meant, the old man returned with a cell phone in his hand.

It was clear that although the old man was elderly, he was quite comfortable using a cell phone. He spoke a bunch of gibberish into the phone and then handed it to Fang Bai.

The latter immediately understood, took the phone, and looked at the translated text on the screen.

"Are you from the Dragon Country? Why are you injured?"

Fang Bai knew full well the other party was Little Japanese, so he immediately fabricated a story, "That's right, I am indeed from the Dragon Country. As for why I'm injured, I was naturally wounded by powerful figures of the Demon Race after a great battle with them."

The two of them communicated through the phone.

Old Master Hisamura frowned and said, "This place is dozens of kilometers away from the front lines. How did you end up here?"

Fang Bai said indifferently, "Naturally, I was supporting your front lines. Right now, your country's front lines are suffering heavy losses. You know about the Chaotic Plains, right? They've launched a massive offensive. If it weren't for the support of our Dragon Country, your defensive lines would have collapsed long ago!"

Hearing this, Old Master Hisamura was skeptical.

However, if what the other party said was true, then he was a friend, not a foe.

At the same time, his expression became serious: "Is the situation at the front lines already so grim?"

Fang Bai gave him another look and then nodded. "That is the reality."

He had more or less realized that this old man was not ordinary. If the other party were a commoner, he naturally wouldn't know so much, nor would he be so calm. There was only one explanation: the other party was also a Martial Artist!

This immediately raised Comrade Fang Bai's guard.

In his current state, he was undoubtedly at someone else's mercy, and he couldn't be certain that the other party would be 100% benevolent toward him.

Old Master Hisamura seemed to notice his wariness and said calmly, "You don't need to be so tense. If I wanted to kill you, why would I have wasted the effort to save you?"

Fang Bai said in surprise, "You were the one who saved me?"

Old Master Hisamura pondered for a moment and said, "The one who truly saved you was someone else, though it could also be said that I saved you. Your injuries were very severe. If it had been delayed for a few more hours, we would likely have been attending your funeral feast!"

Fang Bai: ... "Thank you."

Fang Bai still offered his thanks.

Although their stances were different and he didn't have much goodwill toward Little Japanese, that was only directed at those who committed evil deeds; after all, not everyone was bad.

Old Master Hisamura nodded slightly, accepting Fang Bai's thanks frankly, and then said, "Your external injuries have been treated, but as for your internal injuries, that depends on yourself."

His gaze fell on the ring on Fang Bai's finger, and he asked, "What level of Martial Artist are you?"

Fang Bai said, "Fourth Stage."

Old Master Hisamura nodded slightly: "Fourth Stage... You are so young; to be able to cultivate to this realm is already very impressive!"

Fang Bai was noncommittal. He guessed the other party's realm should be around the Fifth or Sixth Stage.

"Where is this?"

"A small border village. The people here are all original residents."

Fang Bai was surprised: "Hasn't this place been ravaged by demon beasts?"

Old Master Hisamura shook his head: "No, because there are soldiers guarding the front lines, those demon beasts cannot infiltrate."

Fang Bai said meaningfully, "My suggestion is that you all should run away as soon as possible."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

Old Master Hisamura frowned, looking at him in confusion.

Fang Bai said, "Your front lines probably won't hold out for much longer."

Old Master Hisamura gave Fang Bai a deep look and only said after a long while, "To evacuate, there must be a notice from The Authorities. Even if you say it, they won't believe it."

Fang Bai shrugged: "Then I can't do anything about that."

Then he added, "By the way, where is the person who saved me?"

Old Master Hisamura glanced at him and then said, "I'll go inform her now."

"Thanks. Could you also cook two dishes for me?"

Old Master Hisamura: ... He glared at Fang Bai. "You brat! You're asking a seventy-something-year-old comrade to cook for you? Have you no shame?"

Just as Fang Bai was about to speak, Old Master Hisamura suddenly said, "You'll have to pay extra!"

Fang Bai: ... He was a bit dazed. No, so you're that kind of old man!

After Old Master Hisamura left, Fang Bai fell into deep thought.

The current situation was that he had been saved, and this was Little Japanese territory. Fortunately, he was in a remote village, and no one from the Little Japanese Authorities knew of his existence.

So for now, he was safe, though there was also the biggest unstable factor.

Fang Bai looked outside, his eyes narrowing, but he eventually dismissed the thought.

Although I, Brother Fang, am not a good person, I'm not scum either. Repaying kindness is still in my heart.

Then he sat cross-legged to sense his body.

Unfortunately, he was now like a lamp that had run out of oil. His interior was as empty as an abyss, and he couldn't feel a trace of power at all.

"Is this what the System calls a side effect? I wonder if I'm completely crippled."

Fang Bai muttered.

However, his body was indeed in very poor condition, so it was better to rest for a couple of days.

"You're finally awake?!"

A delighted voice rang out as a young girl pulled back the curtain and stood before Fang Bai.

Seeing her, Fang Bai was stunned for a moment and then instinctively asked, "Was it you who saved me?"

Yumi was taken aback, and then she said in disbelief, "You... you're not from our country?"

Although Fang Bai couldn't understand what she was saying, it wasn't hard to guess from her expression, so he pointed to the phone lying aside.

Yumi had rarely seen a cell phone, let alone played with one. She didn't know how to use it, and her small face looked a bit anxious.

Fang Bai raised an eyebrow. This savior of his seemed to be a bit... not very bright.