Chapter 0294 – Father and Son Talk – Absolute Returns

by GreatBrother(위대한 다오 형제)

Jian Wu Chen lifted his head, his gaze serenely surveying the De Out in front of him, then shifted his eyes to the note he handed over, carefully confirming the address on it.

"That’s right, it’s none other than my residence."

"Great, finally I found it." De Out was overjoyed at the news and sat his butt down opposite Jian Wuchen. He didn’t realize that he was sitting face to face with the Heavenly Demon at the moment, not to mention what kind of strange experience this would be like that no one has ever had before or since.

"You are the father of Prince Jian Wuji, aren’t you?"

De Out Cleared his throat and prepared to begin his performance. He had to persuade Jian Wuduan to believe that his Dusty was here to pay off his son’s debt and sign the guarantee willingly.

"As you know, your son has previously borrowed a sum of silver from our Chamber of Commerce ……"

Before the words fell, the entire tavern fell silent. Whether it was the shopkeeper Zhao Chunpei, the diners downstairs, or even the guards who were secretly protecting Jian Wuchen, they all held their breath as if they were witnessing this historic moment together.

In the next moment, Jian Wuchen suddenly let out a loud laugh.

Zhao Chunpei downstairs shivered in fear, it was the first time he had ever seen the godfather laugh so cheerfully.

Even the Dark Shadow Guard leader who was secretly protecting him couldn’t remember the last time he had seen the Heavenly Demon laugh so cheerfully.

Jian Wu Chen’s laughter gradually stopped, but his face still carried a few smiles as he slowly said:

"I’ve never raised a son who needed his old man to pay his debts for him."

De Out Seemingly anticipating Jian Wuchen’s reaction, he didn’t panic as he got up and walked over to sit beside Jian Wuchen and lowered his voice:

"Don’t hide it from me, who doesn’t make mistakes? These days, who doesn’t have a careless child? Just take pity on me as an errand boy, do me a favor and sign the papers."

This scene fell into Zhao Chunpei’s eyes, instantly scaring him into a cold sweat, his hands tightly clenched into fists. The diners downstairs were even more frightened, their hearts about to pop out of their throats.

"Don’t ever do it! Don’t ever do it!" The crowd prayed in their hearts, fearing that the next second they would see a blood splattering tragedy.

Everyone knew about Jian Wuchen’s dusty identity, except for De Zuo, who was a rash young man. He had no idea what a dangerous situation he was in at the moment.

De Out As he spoke, he picked up the wine pot and poured a cup of wine for Jian Wuchen, with a few moments of comfort in his tone:

"To be honest, if your son can’t pay back the money, we, the subordinates, will have to suffer. Please do us a favor and help us out."

Fortunately, fortunately, he didn’t go to tap Jian Wu Chen’s shoulder.

Never touch him!

Zhao Chunpei prayed in his heart.

"I won’t hide it from you, those debt collectors are all ruthless people, your old man should be more careful."

Jian Wuduan looked at De Out with interest , seemingly quite fresh to this kind of thing.

"I won’t bother you with my own safety."

"Then you see, this is the guarantee, you only need to sign here. It’s simple and convenient, and it’s child’s play."

德出 Saying that, he slapped a document in front of Jian Wuchen, and then got up and walked to the side, seemingly intending to give Jian Wuchen some time to read it carefully.

"Huh?"

De De Out’s gaze inadvertently swept over the wall, only to see that it was filled with all kinds of poems and songs, with the names of the various Demon Lords at the end.

"It seems that this wall is still dusty with crouching tigers and hidden dragons!"

From the Poison King to the Devil Buddha to the Blood Heavenly Blade Demon, each name was as thunderous as the others.

"Blood Heaven, drink three hundred cups with your disciple!"

"Wow! Even the Blood Heavenly Blade Demon has been here! Dust is too powerful!"

Der Out As he spoke, he lovingly stroked the Blood Heavenly Blade Demon doll at his waist. Not only did he see Dustman with his own eyes today, but he also bought the doll, this feeling, Dust is wonderful.

Just then, a name suddenly caught his eye. It was a name with a strong and majestic pen, which stood out compared to the names of the others on the wall.

Heavenly Devil, Sword and Dustless!

De Out There was an exclamation of surprise and a sharp jump.

"Wow! Even the Demon Sect Master came here! It’s incredible! You guys, look!"

Der out looked around excitedly, as if he had discovered some great secret.

The diners downstairs each looked at each other with terror and worry in their eyes. It was the first time they had seen someone who dared to move on a taiyoukai, and that was in front of the Heavenly Devil himself!

"This kid, Dust is tired of living!"

"This tavern’s meals do seem to be good."

De Out spoke to himself, then lowered his voice and said to Jian Wuchen:

"You say, this Demon Sect Master is also dusty, nothing to run to this tavern for? Could it be a private visit?"

He then raised his volume again and shouted at Zhao Chunpei downstairs:

"Boss, from now on, your tavern should not be called ‘The Windfall Residence’, it should simply be renamed ‘The Heavenly Devil’s Arrival’! If this were my tavern, I would definitely change the name immediately!"

Zhao Chunpei smiled and could only shake his head bitterly, praying in his heart for De De to hurry up and shut up.

Just then, De Out suddenly looked as if he had remembered something, and turned his head violently to look at the wall, an incredulous look on his face.

"Huh? How come the name of this Demon Sect Master is exactly the same as your old man’s?"

De Out As he spoke, he looked back and forth between Jian Wu Chen and the name on the wall.

Zhao Chunpei and the diners downstairs held their breath, their hearts filled with anticipation.

"This kid, is he finally going to discover the dust phase?"

"Quick, compare the handwriting! Hurry!"

As if he had heard the crowd’s voices, De Out slowly turned around, his gaze once again falling on the wall.

His eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible. Just when the crowd thought that he was finally going to discover the Dust Phase, Tokudetsu suddenly spoke up:

"Not only is the name the same, but even the handwriting is exactly the same! This is too much of a coincidence!"

Zhao Chunpei immediately felt a wave of powerlessness and couldn’t help but let out a sigh. One of the diners sitting next to him was so frightened that his hands shook and the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground. Another diner, on the other hand, covered his head in pain and accidentally knocked over the wine glass on the table.

"Does it, even look the same?"

In his mind, he had never thought that the person in front of him would be the Heavenly Devil himself.

"You should be careful not to be taken as a stand-in for the Heavenly Demon."

Just then, the door to the tavern was pushed open and a tall figure walked in.

His appearance instantly lowered the atmosphere of the entire tavern to freezing point.

The person who came was none other than Fist Demon, who walked up to the second floor with large strides and came straight to Jian Wuchen and respectfully saluted.

"I heard that Master is here and have come to pay my respects."

De Out Subconsciously, he turned his head to look, and when he saw the face of the visitor, he was instantly scared out of his wits and let out a scream. He recognized that the person coming was none other than the Fist Demon that he had encountered earlier in the Demon Family Village!

The Fist Demon also recognized De Out , and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

"Why you again?"

Zhao Chunpei and the diners downstairs tensed up once again, the danger factor now directly doubled!

Fist Demon said respectfully to Jian Wuchen:

"The disciple has just returned from the outside and has come to resume his duties."

"Hard work."

"Disciple wouldn’t dare, this is all what a disciple should do, Master."

Master? Deity out of incredulously wide-eyed, blurted out:

"Doesn’t he look like the Demon Sect Master? Why are you calling him Master?"

Another sigh came from downstairs.

Jian Wu Chen laughed while Fist Demon looked puzzled.

"What the hell is this kid talking about?"

Under the strange gazes of the people around him, De Yu’s face gradually turned pale. He finally reacted, it was impossible for a Fist Demon to misidentify his master, right? Moreover, if Jian Wuchen wasn’t a Heavenly Demon, how could he say something like "hard work"?

When De Yu realized that the person in front of him was the Heavenly Devil himself, his face had turned as white as paper, his legs were weak, and he was trembling all over.

Fist Demon looked at Jian Wuchen and asked:

"Master, what is this kid?"

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