Chapter 162: Life Is a Circle
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Wang Ling didn't actually think that he was a stingy person — spend money when you should spend it, and don't waste a single penny when you shouldn't . This was the economic view of consumption which Father and Mother Wang had imparted to him . A haircut was just a trivial thing . In contrast, Wang Ling preferred to spend the money saved on the haircut on crispy noodle snacks .
He had heard that Small Raccoon had recently launched a new flavor: indigowoad root and wasabi . Wang Ling planned to buy a packet to try . If he could save money on this haircut, he could buy more packets!
In the hairdresser's, after some silence, a disbelieving expression appeared on the face of the apprentice fellow whom Wang Ling had pointed out, and he bowed solemnly . "Thank you for your trust! I will definitely give it my best!"
Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then found a place to sit .
The people around them gave him strange looks . . . because this apprentice hairdresser was a very scary existence that was no less terrifying than a new hospital intern nurse; the only difference was that one person stuck a needle in you, while the other worked on your scalp .
Wang Ling was probably the only person who had the guts to let this apprentice cut his hair . . .
This was likely the first time that this apprentice fellow was cutting a customer's hair . His fingers clenched around an electric razor, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his temple; he was clearly nervous, like an inexperienced little sister about to lose her virginity . "I . . . I'm going to start . "
It was just a buzz cut; he only needed to cleanly shave the hair on the sides and the back . . . it wasn't that difficult!
The apprentice fellow comforted himself . But when the electric razor touched Wang Ling's scalp, his hand shook!
In a flash, he shaved the back of Wang Ling's head completely bald . . .
Fellow: " . . . "
Boss: " . . . "
Wang Ling touched the bald patch and shook his head . Then, the hair in that area grew at a rapid rate visible to the naked eye, quickly going from Jason Wu 1 to a Saiyan 2 . . .
The boss and all his little fellows were stunned . " . . . " F**k! There was this type of operation?
After an hour or so, Wang Ling walked smoothly out of the hairdresser's .
The boss quickly pulled him to a stop: "Perfected One, don't go!"
Then, the boss took out two hundred yuan from his pants pocket and thrust it into Wang Ling's hand .
Wang Ling: "???"
The boss pointed to the hair all over the floor behind him and looked gratefully at Wang Ling . "This is my thanks for the hair that Perfected One has supplied my shop with . . . an Immortal's hair is just too good; we can turn it into high-quality wigs! This two hundred is the market price for hair . Perfected One, please come again whenever you're free!"
Wang Ling: " . . . "
. . .
Wang Ling went home after getting his haircut, his pocket full of half-priced crispy noodle snacks from the market; he had made a cool two hundred yuan just for his hair, so he had been able to stock up on more crispy noodle snacks .
When he got home, he found that there were a lot of people in the house today .
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu were waiting in the living room; the old man had politely given each of them a bowl of sweet mung bean soup . He was prone to making sweet mung bean soup in summer to cool the body down . Old Man Wang's sweet mung bean soup had been a top-class restaurant dish in his youth . He had only made a limited amount each day, and it had been very difficult for customers to get a bowl .
But unfortunately, these two guys didn't know to cherish or be grateful for it . They stared at their bowls of sweet mung bean soup and began to wonder about the meaning behind the mung beans; during this time, they even clearly determined the number of mung beans that were in the bowl .
Song Qingshu actually had never had this defective habit before, but after following Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal around for the last few days, he had been led astray . . .
"Brother Ling!" Seeing Wang Ling, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal politely saluted with clasped fists, while Song Qingshu next to him also stood up to salute him solemnly and address him as Ling Zhenren .
The old man didn't care about Wang Ling's matters; he still wanted to watch his TV series! Seeing that Wang Ling had come, he hurriedly waved his hand and said to the two people, "Well . . . there's still some sweet mung bean soup in the pot if this isn't enough for you, go ahead and have a chat together . "
"Okay, thank you, Great Senior!" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal nodded solemnly .
At the same time, he was thinking to himself: I must bring this sweet mung bean soup home later and carefully study the mystery in it! If I drink it, I might have hope of reaching the Void Refinement stage!
At the same time, he was thinking to himself: I must bring this sweet mung bean soup home later and carefully study the mystery in it! If I drink it, I might have hope of reaching the Void Refinement stage!
Wang Ling: " . . . "
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat on the sofa and looked at Wang Ling as he spoke . "Brother Ling, I've come to see you because I have some good news! Thanks to Little Song this time, I know the whereabouts of the maker of the stone ghost mask!"
Song Qingshu added, "I just provided a bit of a lead . Based on that, it was Senior Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and that Senior Black who locked onto the maker's location . "
Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded . Song Qingshu had made good on his promise and hadn't broken it . Finding the maker of the mask meant that very soon, this matter with the stone ghost mask would come to an end . As for Mo Immortal Castle's intent to use it in a dark ascension to power, this plot would be completely foiled .
Of course, this was the ideal scenario .
Wang Ling was actually very curious about the identity of the mask's maker .
"According to the coordinates which Little Black sent, the maker is actually not far from here . " Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened the message from Little Black, which clearly indicated that it was a total distance of eight hundred kilometers away .
An ordinary cultivator would be able to reach it in twenty minutes on a flying sword .
Wang Ling cupped his chin as he looked at the coordinates sent by Little Black, then slowly frowned . The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed . . .
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal solemnly vowed, "Brother Ling, rest assured, Little Black verified this was the place after checking it several times . Combined with my Great Tracking Power, there is absolutely no mistake!"
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal solemnly vowed, "Brother Ling, rest assured, Little Black verified this was the place after checking it several times . Combined with my Great Tracking Power, there is absolutely no mistake!"
But Wang Ling had a bad premonition for some reason, and his eyelid began to twitch once again .
Disaster level, one star . Who knew what on earth was going to happen . . .
Wang Ling had Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu put their hands on his shoulders, then with a " poof ," the three of them teleported to the coordinates .
And then, an old-school restaurant that looked like it was on the verge of collapsing appeared before them .
Looking at the huge words "Midnight Dining Hall" inscribed on the horizontal board hanging on the restaurant door, Wang Ling sunk into deep thought . Damn! Why was it this place?!
Did the boss use to be a smith? From a smith to a cook . . . Wang Ling thought that this was even more outlandish than a transdimensional singer!
Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, who saw the twitch in Wang Ling's eternally poker-faced expression, couldn't help being curious . "Brother Ling, it seems like you've been here before?"
Before the three people entered the shop, they could already hear the melodious singing inside: That is the girl I deeply love and miss day and night . . .
Wang Ling couldn't help sighing in his heart; it turned out that life was a damn circle!
Chapter 162: Life Is a Circle. Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations Wang Ling didnt actually think that he was a stingy person — spend money when you should spend it, and dont waste a single penny when you shouldnt . This was the economic view of consumption which Father and Mother Wang had imparted to him . A haircut was just a trivial thing . In contrast, Wang Ling preferred to spend the money saved on the haircut on crispy noodle snacks . He had heard that Small Raccoon had recently launched a new flavor: indigowoad root and wasabi . Wang Ling planned to buy a packet to try . If he could save money on this haircut, he could buy more packets! In the hairdressers, after some silence, a disbelieving expression appeared on the face of the apprentice fellow whom Wang Ling had pointed out, and he bowed solemnly . Thank you for your trust! I will definitely give it my best! Wang Ling nodded indifferently, then found a place to sit . The people around them gave him strange looks . because this apprentice hairdresser was a very scary existence that was no less terrifying than a new hospital intern nurse; the only difference was that one person stuck a needle in you, while the other worked on your scalp . Wang Ling was probably the only person who had the guts to let this apprentice cut his hair . This was likely the first time that this apprentice fellow was cutting a customers hair . His fingers clenched around an electric razor, and there were a few drops of cold sweat on his temple; he was clearly nervous, like an inexperienced little sister about to lose her virginity . I . Im going to start . It was just a buzz cut; he only needed to cleanly shave the hair on the sides and the back . it wasnt that difficult! The apprentice fellow comforted himself . But when the electric razor touched Wang Lings scalp, his hand shook! In a flash, he shaved the back of Wang Lings head completely bald . Fellow: . Boss: . Wang Ling touched the bald patch and shook his head . Then, the hair in that area grew at a rapid rate visible to the naked eye, quickly going from Jason Wu 1 to a Saiyan 2 . The boss and all his little fellows were stunned . . F**k! There was this type of operation? After an hour or so, Wang Ling walked smoothly out of the hairdressers . The boss quickly pulled him to a stop: Perfected One, dont go! Then, the boss took out two hundred yuan from his pants pocket and thrust it into Wang Lings hand . Wang Ling: ??? The boss pointed to the hair all over the floor behind him and looked gratefully at Wang Ling . This is my thanks for the hair that Perfected One has supplied my shop with . an Immortals hair is just too good; we can turn it into high-quality wigs! This two hundred is the market price for hair . Perfected One, please come again whenever youre free! Wang Ling: . . Wang Ling went home after getting his haircut, his pocket full of half-priced crispy noodle snacks from the market; he had made a cool two hundred yuan just for his hair, so he had been able to stock up on more crispy noodle snacks . When he got home, he found that there were a lot of people in the house today . Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu were waiting in the living room; the old man had politely given each of them a bowl of sweet mung bean soup . He was prone to making sweet mung bean soup in summer to cool the body down . Old Man Wangs sweet mung bean soup had been a top-class restaurant dish in his youth . He had only made a limited amount each day, and it had been very difficult for customers to get a bowl . But unfortunately, these two guys didnt know to cherish or be grateful for it . They stared at their bowls of sweet mung bean soup and began to wonder about the meaning behind the mung beans; during this time, they even clearly determined the number of mung beans that were in the bowl . Song Qingshu actually had never had this defective habit before, but after following Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal around for the last few days, he had been led astray . Brother Ling! Seeing Wang Ling, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal politely saluted with clasped fists, while Song Qingshu next to him also stood up to salute him solemnly and address him as Ling Zhenren . The old man didnt care about Wang Lings matters; he still wanted to watch his TV series! Seeing that Wang Ling had come, he hurriedly waved his hand and said to the two people, Well . theres still some sweet mung bean soup in the pot if this isnt enough for you, go ahead and have a chat together . Okay, thank you, Great Senior! Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal nodded solemnly . At the same time, he was thinking to himself: I must bring this sweet mung bean soup home later and carefully study the mystery in it! If I drink it, I might have hope of reaching the Void Refinement stage! Wang Ling: . Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal sat on the sofa and looked at Wang Ling as he spoke . Brother Ling, Ive come to see you because I have some good news! Thanks to Little Song this time, I know the whereabouts of the maker of the stone ghost mask! Song Qingshu added, I just provided a bit of a lead . Based on that, it was Senior Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and that Senior Black who locked onto the makers location . Hearing this, Wang Ling nodded . Song Qingshu had made good on his promise and hadnt broken it . Finding the maker of the mask meant that very soon, this matter with the stone ghost mask would come to an end . As for Mo Immortal Castles intent to use it in a dark ascension to power, this plot would be completely foiled . Of course, this was the ideal scenario . Wang Ling was actually very curious about the identity of the masks maker . According to the coordinates which Little Black sent, the maker is actually not far from here . Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal opened the message from Little Black, which clearly indicated that it was a total distance of eight hundred kilometers away . An ordinary cultivator would be able to reach it in twenty minutes on a flying sword . Wang Ling cupped his chin as he looked at the coordinates sent by Little Black, then slowly frowned . The more he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed . Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal solemnly vowed, Brother Ling, rest assured, Little Black verified this was the place after checking it several times . Combined with my Great Tracking Power, there is absolutely no mistake! But Wang Ling had a bad premonition for some reason, and his eyelid began to twitch once again . Disaster level, one star . Who knew what on earth was going to happen . Wang Ling had Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Song Qingshu put their hands on his shoulders, then with a poof , the three of them teleported to the coordinates . And then, an old-school restaurant that looked like it was on the verge of collapsing appeared before them . Looking at the huge words Midnight Dining Hall inscribed on the horizontal board hanging on the restaurant door, Wang Ling sunk into deep thought . Damn! Why was it this place?! Did the boss use to be a smith? From a smith to a cook . Wang Ling thought that this was even more outlandish than a transdimensional singer! Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal, who saw the twitch in Wang Lings eternally poker-faced expression, couldnt help being curious . Brother Ling, it seems like youve been here before? Before the three people entered the shop, they could already hear the melodious singing inside: That is the girl I deeply love and miss day and night . Wang Ling couldnt help sighing in his heart; it turned out that life was a damn circle!