Chapter 18 A Special Visitor “White Face . . . White Face . . . !” Bird yelled with surprise, and he woke up suddenly. He found a bowl of noodles in front of him. He took the bowl and devoured the noodles in several minutes. After that, he said to Que Siyu in a soft voice, “Siyu, I am back.” “You are welcome!” Siyu took out a handkerchief for him and smiled. “This doctor has the ability of predicting? He guessed the time you would wake up, and asked me to prepare some food. But I don’t understand why you called the noodles White Face?” “Noodle is noodle; White Face is White Face.” Bird corrected her. “Are they?” “I named the ghost White Face. Since he is my friend now, and I can’t call him by his real name, I should call him something. So, I give him the name White Face.” When he mentioned this name repeatedly, the walking dead behind him returned to appear, and he looked angry at this name. However, he decided to put up with Bird because he was accustomed to the taste of his spiritual fire. “Oh, I see. You don’t want to call him a walking dead anymore.” Que Siyu didn’t understand why he took a ghost as his friend. Didn’t he understand the concept that the host of a ghost was also its food source? She took the bowl to go, but his hands stopped her. She knew his thoughts, and said, “Don't worry. I am used to the darkness. Take a rest, and I will have the doctor come to check your body.” The White Face ceased when he heard this. However, the doctor didn’t come in for a long time. Bird got up from the bed and stood up to walk out, limping a little. The sun of spring was bright, and the weather was quite good. Though he missed the best time for practicing, he wanted to have a good stretch. His martial arts were taught by his master. When he practiced this art, he could feel his teachings, as if his shadow was still over him in his movements from time to time. However, this was only a product of his own meditation, or illusions. “Hey, warrior, watched enough?” He saw a real shadow on the ground, and he laughed and yelled. A burly man jumped down from a big tree. “I thought I hid so well. You found me so quickly?” He had a strangely shaped knife, and sported a beard. “Que Siyu said it best: you have a talent for martial arts.” Bird Three showed no interest in his topic. He turned to go back to his house, afraid that the doctor had arrived and could not find him. “Little brother, you know Que Siyu very well. His name was Que Hun. Your master died ten years ago!” the man yelled loudly. Bird Three stopped when he heard this, and turned back to look at him. “I saw you ten years ago. You came to our small house for the funeral,” Bird said quietly. This was the man with a special tattoo on his hand, a monster like a bird. “My master has passed away; so should your old scores. As for me, I don’t know you. So please, leave me.” Bird went back to his house and sat beside the tea table, waiting for the doctor. However, he didn’t see the doctor after fifteen minutes. However, the man with the tattoo was still waiting outside, in the big tree, staring at Bird in the room. If it had been someone else, he might have found the stare to be unbearable. But Bird showed no difference, until someone came in. Then he opened his mouth and said, “Are you Yin Xuelan? Sisi just went out. Go somewhere else.” “I am here for you today, Bird. I come to give you a warning," Yin Xuelan said. "Siyu is the only relative of the Que Family, and she was the best mate of my brother, Yin Chubei. They knew each other since the childhood. Don’t waste your time on Sisi; go back to your Taohua Village.” Yin Xuelan’s right hand was forging a phantom bow and she aimed this at Bird’s throat, threatening. “This arrow is a modified version of the Big Yellow Bow. About a thousand years ago, the General Fly, named Li Guang, used the Big Yellow Bow to aim at a tiger hiding in the grasses when he was patrolling in the mountains. He released the arrow; however, the tiger didn’t move a bit. He went closer to check it out, only to find it was a stone similar to a tiger. However, the arrow was buried several inches in the stone, all the way up the wood, with only the feathers seen outside. So he became famous of his strong power,” Bird said slowly, explaining the history of this bow. “Since you have this powerful bow, in the top 100 in the rank of weapons, why not take such a good weapon? I will help you with the alchemy of my family. Bird, leave Sisi, and this bow will be yours.” Bird looked out to find it was drizzling rain. “Sisi didn’t take an umbrella with her. I should go bring her back.” Though he didn’t know where she went, he had the confidence to find her with the help of White Face. “How can you find her?" She asked eagerly. "Sisi never tells anybody her destination.” Yin Xuelan didn’t guess what he thought, and she would not kill him now, because she might lose Sisi because of this action. “I don’t know either. I guess, I can find her, with my sincere heart.” Bird smiled, and put on his coat he had purchased from the store, and went out. “What a weird one! Saying he is going to bring her back, and he himself does not take an umbrella.” Yin Xuelan was left in the house, complaining without any idea what to do next. Chapter 18 A Special Visitor “White Face . . . White Face . . . !” Bird yelled with surprise, and he woke up suddenly. He found a bowl of noodles in front of him. He took the bowl and devoured the noodles in several minutes. After that, he said to Que Siyu in a soft voice, “Siyu, I am back.” “You are welcome!” Siyu took out a handkerchief for him and smiled. “This doctor has the ability of predicting? He guessed the time you would wake up, and asked me to prepare some food. But I don’t understand why you called the noodles White Face?” “Noodle is noodle; White Face is White Face.” Bird corrected her. “Are they?” “I named the ghost White Face. Since he is my friend now, and I can’t call him by his real name, I should call him something. So, I give him the name White Face.” When he mentioned this name repeatedly, the walking dead behind him returned to appear, and he looked angry at this name. However, he decided to put up with Bird because he was accustomed to the taste of his spiritual fire. “Oh, I see. You don’t want to call him a walking dead anymore.” Que Siyu didn’t understand why he took a ghost as his friend. Didn’t he understand the concept that the host of a ghost was also its food source? She took the bowl to go, but his hands stopped her. She knew his thoughts, and said, “Don't worry. I am used to the darkness. Take a rest, and I will have the doctor come to check your body.” The White Face ceased when he heard this. However, the doctor didn’t come in for a long time. Bird got up from the bed and stood up to walk out, limping a little. The sun of spring was bright, and the weather was quite good. Though he missed the best time for practicing, he wanted to have a good stretch. His martial arts were taught by his master. When he practiced this art, he could feel his teachings, as if his shadow was still over him in his movements from time to time. However, this was only a product of his own meditation, or illusions. “Hey, warrior, watched enough?” He saw a real shadow on the ground, and he laughed and yelled. A burly man jumped down from a big tree. “I thought I hid so well. You found me so quickly?” He had a strangely shaped knife, and sported a beard. “Que Siyu said it best: you have a talent for martial arts.” Bird Three showed no interest in his topic. He turned to go back to his house, afraid that the doctor had arrived and could not find him. “Little brother, you know Que Siyu very well. His name was Que Hun. Your master died ten years ago!” the man yelled loudly. Bird Three stopped when he heard this, and turned back to look at him. “I saw you ten years ago. You came to our small house for the funeral,” Bird said quietly. This was the man with a special tattoo on his hand, a monster like a bird. “My master has passed away; so should your old scores. As for me, I don’t know you. So please, leave me.” Bird went back to his house and sat beside the tea table, waiting for the doctor. However, he didn’t see the doctor after fifteen minutes. However, the man with the tattoo was still waiting outside, in the big tree, staring at Bird in the room. If it had been someone else, he might have found the stare to be unbearable. But Bird showed no difference, until someone came in. Then he opened his mouth and said, “Are you Yin Xuelan? Sisi just went out. Go somewhere else.” “I am here for you today, Bird. I come to give you a warning," Yin Xuelan said. "Siyu is the only relative of the Que Family, and she was the best mate of my brother, Yin Chubei. They knew each other since the childhood. Don’t waste your time on Sisi; go back to your Taohua Village.” Yin Xuelan’s right hand was forging a phantom bow and she aimed this at Bird’s throat, threatening. “This arrow is a modified version of the Big Yellow Bow. About a thousand years ago, the General Fly, named Li Guang, used the Big Yellow Bow to aim at a tiger hiding in the grasses when he was patrolling in the mountains. He released the arrow; however, the tiger didn’t move a bit. He went closer to check it out, only to find it was a stone similar to a tiger. However, the arrow was buried several inches in the stone, all the way up the wood, with only the feathers seen outside. So he became famous of his strong power,” Bird said slowly, explaining the history of this bow. “Since you have this powerful bow, in the top 100 in the rank of weapons, why not take such a good weapon? I will help you with the alchemy of my family. Bird, leave Sisi, and this bow will be yours.” Bird looked out to find it was drizzling rain. “Sisi didn’t take an umbrella with her. I should go bring her back.” Though he didn’t know where she went, he had the confidence to find her with the help of White Face. “How can you find her?" She asked eagerly. "Sisi never tells anybody her destination.” Yin Xuelan didn’t guess what he thought, and she would not kill him now, because she might lose Sisi because of this action. “I don’t know either. I guess, I can find her, with my sincere heart.” Bird smiled, and put on his coat he had purchased from the store, and went out. “What a weird one! Saying he is going to bring her back, and he himself does not take an umbrella.” Yin Xuelan was left in the house, complaining without any idea what to do next.