SFS Chapter 157 A Divine Construction Team? No, this is Creation!
Chapter 157 A Divine Construction Team? No, this is Creation!
Holding his treasured sandalwood box, which he had kept for decades, Old Wang, with an almost reverent feeling, once again arrived at the entrance of Lin Fan's courtyard house.
He took a deep breath before daring to raise his hand to knock on the door.
The courtyard was still filled with the sounds of clanging and jingling, a scene of bustling activity.
Lin Fan was lying on a rocking chair by the door, a newspaper covering his knees, leisurely basking in the sun, his eyes half-closed, as if he was about to fall asleep.
Seeing Lao Wang approach, Lin Fan lazily raised his eyelids and smiled.
"Hey, Lao Wang, you're in great spirits."
He sized up Old Wang, speaking casually.
"He looks like a completely different person, at least twenty years younger."
Upon hearing this, Old Wang's face, which had just become younger, instantly turned red, and he nervously rubbed his hands together.
"Thanks to you, it's all thanks to you!"
He strode up to Lin Fan and raised the sandalwood box in his hand high above his head in an almost sacrificial gesture.
"Mr. Lin, this is just a small token of my appreciation; it's really nothing of value."
Old Wang's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"It's just a little thing I got when I was young. If you don't mind, you can keep it and use it as firewood!"
He was afraid that Lin Fan would reject him again, just as he had rejected the Fang family's generous gift yesterday.
"Sending something again?"
Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the antique wooden box before returning to Old Wang's face, which seemed to say, "Please accept this."
He thought to himself, "This old Wang is actually a pretty nice guy. He gave me scallions yesterday and another gift today. It seems my half-cucumber wasn't a waste."
"Alright, you're just too polite."
Lin Fan sat up straighter and reached out to take the box.
When Old Wang saw that he had accepted it, he felt as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, and he almost collapsed.
Lin Fan casually opened the box.
On the bright yellow silk lay a fist-sized lump, completely black, with strange crack patterns on its surface, its texture neither stone nor wood.
"What is this?" Lin Fan took it out and weighed it in his hand; it was quite heavy.
"It's called 'Nine-Turn Thunder Heart Wood'," Old Wang quickly bowed and explained. "It's said to be the heartwood of a piece of wood that has been struck by lightning nine times, and it can... can ward off evil spirits."
He didn't dare mention "Nine Heavens Divine Thunder," fearing that Mr. Lin would think he was talking nonsense.
"Lightning-struck wood?" Lin Fan said "Oh," showing some interest.
He brought the piece of black wood to his eyes and examined it carefully.
You can clearly feel with your fingertips that this piece of wood contains an extremely pure and domineering energy.
That power was masculine, explosive, and full of the contradictory aura of destruction and rebirth.
"Hmm, this thing looks pretty good." Lin Fan nodded, giving his final assessment.
Upon hearing this comment, Old Wang's heart pounded, and a surge of immense joy welled up within him.
The gentleman said it was good, so this gift was not a mistake!
However, Lin Fan's next words instantly froze the smile on his face.
"This charcoal looks like it will burn for a long time."
Lin Fan tossed the "Thunder Heart Wood" to the ground with satisfaction.
"Once my new kitchen is finished, I'll use this to roast a lamb; the heat will definitely be intense!"
Wood... charcoal?
Roasted...roasted lamb?
Old Wang felt his facial muscles twitching wildly.
The "Nine-Turn Thunder Heart Wood" that he had treasured for decades and regarded as a supreme treasure was, in Mr. Lin's eyes, actually... just a piece of high-quality charcoal.
After the sense of absurdity comes a profound and enlightening clarity.
Yup!
In the eyes of someone like you, what is the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, what is the ultimate Yang and the ultimate strength? Isn't it just a piece of wood that's easy to burn?
To be used by the master to roast lamb is the greatest blessing this piece of wood has accumulated over eight lifetimes! It is its supreme glory!
Thinking of this, Old Wang felt no pity at all; on the contrary, he looked honored and nodded and bowed repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes! Sir, you have an excellent eye! This thing definitely has plenty of firepower! Definitely!"
Lin Fan was amused by his proud expression.
"Alright, I'll take the things. It's quite interesting to come in and watch them build the house whenever you have time."
"Okay! Alright!"
Old Wang was overjoyed when he heard this.
This is a heaven-sent opportunity to witness a construction site run by gods!
He practically jogged into the yard.
The next second, he froze on the spot, his mouth agape, feeling as if his seventy-year-old worldview was being repeatedly rubbed into the ground.
That...that's building a house?
A man clad in golden armor, so handsome that he made the man feel ashamed of his own appearance, was remotely manipulating huge pieces of black metal, assembling them into a wall like building blocks.
Another man, also clad in golden armor, continuously spewed out eerie white breath, instantly freezing and shaping the assembled wall, on which even visible, mysterious runes appeared.
In mid-air, an old man with a white beard sat cross-legged, his hands outstretched. A huge, emerald green branch, radiating a powerful life force, spontaneously intertwined and wove with the cold, black metal walls, forming patterns he couldn't decipher at all.
On the ground, a group of burly men with fierce, demonic appearances were howling and wielding black hoes. They were digging out a yellowish-brown, equally glowing soil from a shimmering vegetable patch and then spreading it on the foundation of the house, just like mixing cement.
Old Wang's brain completely shut down.
This isn't building a house at all!
This is clearly creating a miniature world!
He watched those "miracle workers" working enthusiastically, their faces beaming with a happiness and satisfaction he couldn't comprehend.
He suddenly felt that he, an ordinary mortal, standing there doing nothing, was really an eyesore.
He instinctively rolled up his sleeves, wanting to go up and help move a brick or pass a tile.
Just then, a girl in a white dress, looking like a fairy from a painting, walked past him carrying a tray.
On the tray, several cups of hot tea were emitting a wonderfully refreshing aroma.
It's Fang Ruoxi.
When she saw Lao Wang, she was taken aback at first, then gave him a gentle and sweet smile.
"Uncle Wang, you've come too."
She asked the question politely, just out of courtesy.
"Would you like... a cup of tea?"
The voice just fell.
hum!
All the clanging and jingling sounds in the entire courtyard came to an abrupt halt in that instant.
All the figures who were "creating the world" stopped what they were doing.
Dozens of gazes, some envious, some jealous, some burning, some awe... all pierced through space and focused on Old Wang.
Old Wang stood frozen in place, holding the empty sandalwood box, looking completely bewildered.
He felt as if he were being watched by a group of prehistoric behemoths.