Chapter 84 The Tofu-Selling Granny

Okay, Brother-in-law!

Yan Dinghan replied with a bright, crisp smile, not taking Gu Ye's earlier warning to heart at all.

Gu Ye shook his head helplessly, having no choice but to let him be.

Gu Ye had already compromised, but Luo Yuerou was still unconvinced.

With her hands on her hips and her willow-leaf eyebrows arched in indignation, she cast a look of coquettish warning at the smug Yan Dinghan before her, her tone sharp:

Kid, I'm warning you one more time: Gu Ye is not your brother-in-law. If you call him that again, watch out, or I'll beat you up!

Yan Dinghan rolled his eyes, noticed the red tint on Luo Yuerou's ears, and suddenly wore a mischievous expression. He deliberately stepped forward and said playfully:

Why can't I call him that? Big Sister, could it be that you like my brother-in-law?

You... what are you talking about... I don't.

A flush crept up Luo Yuerou's ears. She glanced toward Gu Ye, only to see that he hadn't noticed their conversation; Gu Ye was looking at the two lackeys behind Yan Dinghan.

A trace of disappointment and relief involuntarily appeared in Luo Yuerou's eyes.

At this moment, Gu Ye looked at Yan Dinghan and the others. Since you are Yan Shuangling's younger brother, come in together.

After saying this, Gu Ye led Yan Dinghan and his two lackeys into the small house.

After chatting with Yan Dinghan, Gu Ye realized that Yan Dinghan had only arrived in the village last night. Hearing that the village chief's family was hosting a wedding banquet today, he had followed them inside.

It was precisely because Gu Ye was the first at the banquet to demand to see the groom, Mu Qing, making his behavior particularly conspicuous, that Yan Dinghan recognized him. He had then secretly followed them until they reached the quiet alley, where he finally dared to step forward and stop Gu Ye.

You must have gathered the basic situation of the village by now.

Yan Dinghan nodded slightly. Based on the information gathered today, Gu Ye knew there might be a big battle tomorrow, which was also the best chance to investigate the matter of the wooden tablets—the key to whether they could leave the village.

Gu Ye prepared to share the relevant intelligence with them. As a member of a Noble Families, Yan Dinghan shouldn't be weak and could be helpful in tomorrow's battle.

However, before telling Yan Dinghan this information, Gu Ye planned to discuss it with Luo Yuerou. After all, the intelligence had been discovered by both of them, and if it weren't for her providing that gold bar as a wedding gift, Gu Ye wouldn't have been able to enter the banquet.

Therefore, Gu Ye would only share the intelligence with Yan Dinghan and his group if Luo Yuerou agreed.

Luo Yuerou had returned to the inner room after entering the small house.

Gu Ye walked to the door of the inner room and knocked. Luo Yuerou, there's something I want to talk to you about.

Click—

The door opened in response. Luo Yuerou still had a faint flush on her face, and her eyes were filled with confusion as she looked at Gu Ye and asked, What is it?

Gu Ye explained his thoughts to her. Although Luo Yuerou couldn't stand Yan Dinghan, she was a reasonable person and understood that tomorrow's events were important. Furthermore, with Yan Dinghan's addition, their side's chances of winning would increase, so she nodded in agreement.

Having obtained Luo Yuerou's consent, a hint of joy appeared on Gu Ye's face. He turned and walked out of the inner room, returning to the Eight Immortals table.

Over the next hour, Gu Ye shared the intelligence and the plan the two had devised with Yan Dinghan.

Alright, Brother-in-law, I will cooperate with you fully.

Yan Dinghan had heard various stories about Gu Ye from his sister, and he had reached a conclusion: his brother-in-law, Gu Ye, was very strong.

Just as they were in the middle of a heated discussion, the wooden door was suddenly knocked on forcefully. Knock, knock, knock—!

The sound was urgent and heavy, breaking the silence in the room.

Gu Ye's expression suddenly tightened. He stood up abruptly, his gaze sharp as he looked toward the wooden door. His entire body tensed, and he subconsciously channeled his spiritual energy, ready to strike at any moment.

Yan Dinghan and his two lackeys also hurriedly stood up, staring at the door with vigilant expressions, their hands quietly gripping their weapons.

Little Yuerou, are you home? An old and kind voice came from outside the door, carrying a touch of gentleness.

Hearing this voice, Luo Yuerou opened the door to the inner room and walked out with a smile on her face.

Seeing that the others looked tense, she gestured for them to sit down and said, It's Grandma. She's the one who rented this house to me; she's a very good person.

Before she had finished speaking, Luo Yuerou trotted over to open the door.

She gently pulled the wooden door open. Outside, an old woman with gray hair and a face full of wrinkles stood at the doorway, leaning on a worn cane with a kind smile on her face.

Luo Yuerou stepped forward to support her, and the old woman's smile grew even gentler, her eyes filled with affection.

Little Yuerou, do you have friends over? the old woman asked with a smile, her gaze slowly sweeping over the four people—Gu Ye and the others—in the room, her eyes remaining gentle.

Yes!

Grandma, let me introduce them to you. Luo Yuerou said in a soft voice, pointing to the four of them one by one.

This is Gu Ye, my friend.

This is Cold Dog, Gu Ye's friend.

These two are Cold Dog's lackeys. Hearing the name Cold Dog, Yan Dinghan's eyelid twitched.

The old woman waved her hand with a smile, her tone kind: Since they are Little Yuerou's friends, there's no need to be so polite. Everyone, sit down. This old woman is no big shot; don't be so reserved.

They all sat down at the Eight Immortals table. Luo Yuerou asked Grandma with a confused look: Grandma, why didn't you go to the market to sell tofu today? Usually, by this time, you would have already set up your stall.

Upon hearing the word tofu, the smile on the old woman's face instantly vanished, and her expression changed abruptly.

A flash of undisguisable sadness and loneliness crossed her eyes. She sighed softly and said in a low tone: Sigh, haven't many outsiders been coming to the village these past few days? The tofu my damn ghost of a husband made was all bought up by the outsiders. I don't have any tofu left to sell now.

Seeing the old woman's sad appearance, Luo Yuerou's heart softened, and she prepared to comfort her a few words.

But the next second, the old woman's expression underwent a strange transformation.

The sadness and loneliness on her face instantly faded, replaced by an eerie kindness. Her eyes stared fixedly at the four of them, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled into a cold, sinister arc. Her voice remained old, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness: But it doesn't matter. Since there's no tofu to sell, how about you come and be Grandma's tofu instead? Seeing how robust you all are, the blood tofu made from you will surely be fresh, tender, and delicious...