"This is the place," Rong Wenming braked his bicycle and got off.
After parking his bicycle, he walked toward the gatekeeper, "Master Dong."
Master Dong looked up... and what he saw almost made him lose his composure.
You, Rong, Rong Wenming?"
Is this a person or a ghost?
Pah, pah, pah... It's broad daylight; it has to be a person, ghosts are impossible.
But wait, wasn't he supposed to be dying?
When Rong Wenming was injured last year, some folks from their agricultural machinery station had gone to visit him, returning with news that he might only have a day or two left.
Now... Master Dong sized up Rong Wenming from head to toe, thinking that he could live several more decades without any issues.
So what in the world was going on?
Rong Wenming hadn't thought of anything particular, but seeing the old man's terrified and utterly shocked expression, he immediately figured it out.
