Chapter 10: Strange Old Man

"Blood Snake, it's up to you."

With that, Feng Yaorao raised her hand and flicked it. As it fell, with a "slap," the whip struck the river water, kicking up a spray of droplets. The fish that had been swimming in the stream were shaken out, and several of them landed on the shore just like that.

This technique was quite crude, enough to even startle a dog.

However, for Feng Yaorao, this was nothing. As long as she could have something to eat when she was hungry, she was capable of anything, whether it was swindling, stealing, or robbing.

There were no lighters or matches in ancient times, and she had no flint at this moment, but Feng Yaorao had undergone wilderness training and knew how primitive people made fire by drilling wood.

Thus, soon, Feng Yaorao had started a fire and began roasting the fish.

The aroma of the fish gradually wafted out. Feng Yaorao licked her lips in greed, wishing she could swallow the fish in one gulp; even the dog was salivating from hunger.

"Be good, don't be in a hurry, it'll be ready soon." Feng Yaorao's eyes were full of tenderness. If she didn't know that what was before her was a dog, she would have thought it was her own child!

"Woof... woof..." Understanding Feng Yaorao's words, Xiao Bai barked twice in response, lying down obediently on the ground and watching Feng Yaorao quietly.

"Wow! It smells so good!"

Suddenly, accompanied by a voice of pleasant surprise, a figure fell from the sky. Before Feng Yaorao could react, the person had already landed beside the fire, eyes sparkling as they stared at the roasting fish.

Xiao Bai was also startled, jumping up and barking unfavorably at the newcomer, "Woof woof woof... woof woof woof woof..."

The newcomer was an old man in tattered clothes, with messy hair, a face covered in mud, and a body emitting a stench of sweat.

Was this...

A beggar?

Feng Yaorao's brow furrowed slightly, her gaze carrying a hint of disgust.

However, she had forgotten that she herself was currently dressed in tattered clothes and covered in mud; anyone who saw her would think she was a beggar, no better than this old man.

Noticing Feng Yaorao's disgust, the old man did not mind. Ignoring Xiao Bai's barking, he instead said to Feng Yaorao in a coquettish tone, "Little girl, how about giving me one?"

"No." Without a second thought, Feng Yaorao rejected him directly.

If it were an ordinary beggar, she might have considered it, but this old man was clearly no ordinary beggar.

To be able to appear before her in the blink of an eye, could he be an ordinary person? Don't make me laugh!

"You, you, you girl, how can you be so heartless? There are three here—one for you, one for the dog, and one for me. Wouldn't that be perfect?" The old man clearly hadn't expected Feng Yaorao to be so stingy, and he grew so angry that his beard seemed to quiver.

"No." As if words were precious as gold, Feng Yaorao remained decisively dismissive.

"Why!" The old man stood up with a "whoosh," hands on his hips, asking irritably.

"Then, on what basis?" Feng Yaorao narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing an unreadable gaze, and looked up at the old man as she questioned him.

Upon hearing this, the old man let out a "hehe" laugh. The smugness on his face seemed as if he truly held the leverage to persuade Feng Yaorao. As expected...

"On the basis that I know you aren't the real Feng Yaorao."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yaorao's expression indeed changed. A red light flashed in her eyes as she looked at the old man; these were the symptoms of murderous intent.

But at the same time, she also grew wary.

She had felt from the beginning that this old man was unusual, but she hadn't expected that he actually knew she wasn't the real Feng Yaorao. This was bad, very bad.