Chapter 1838 — A Place to Stay
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"You say you are not fairy maidens, but to these old eyes, with all my decades behind them, even if you are not fairy maidens, you are wondrous beings. That you would stay here is a blessing this old woman earned in a former life — I am truly overjoyed!" the old woman said.
"Thank you, Granny!" Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu breathed a sigh of relief at last. Their original plan had been to find a secluded hotel and stay there, but then — though they could register under Wei Zhao's name, "Ling Yi" — after a while there was no guaranteeing Yu Liu would not find them. After all, the three of them were far too conspicuous: two young women with a comatose young man. A few inquiries at the hotels would be enough to locate them.
But if they stayed here, so long as Wei Zhao remained inside and never showed himself, who would pay any attention to a rag-picking old woman?
"Don't thank me — it is I who should thank you. To let this old woman, before she dies, enjoy the life of an ordinary person — I cannot be grateful enough!" the old woman said. "By the way, you said this young divine doctor fell into a coma from illness, so surely he needs medicine. This old woman's life savings are not much, but take them all — it is the little I can do, my way of repaying this young divine doctor for his healing."
"That..." Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu were desperately short of money, and yet at this moment they could not bring themselves to take the old woman's.
"Take it..." As she spoke, the old woman brought out a bankbook and held it out to Gu Mengyao and Shen Yushu. "All my life... my husband and my child are both gone, and I have little use for money day to day."
Seeing the figure in the bankbook, Gu Mengyao could not help but start: a full hundred thousand yuan. Never would she have imagined that a lonely old widow could scrape together so much money collecting scraps.
"This... then let it be a loan. I will pay you back one day!" Thinking of her father's condition and of Wei Zhao's, Gu Mengyao steeled herself and accepted the bankbook. Money was exactly what they needed now. An Liwen had sent a sum, but it was not enough to cover her father's medical expenses — and on top of that, the money for Wei Zhao's medicine was still nowhere in sight.
"Heh heh, pay it back or not, it makes no difference to me. But you say someone is tracking you — why don't you call the police?" the old woman asked, rather puzzled.
"That..." Gu Mengyao found it hard to explain. "That person is very formidable — he already counts as a cultivator... Do you know what a cultivator is?"
"A cultivator?" A strange light suddenly flashed through the old woman's eyes, though it faded at once, as if she had sunk into some memory. After a long moment, however, she shook her head and said, "I seem to have heard of such things before, but it was so very long ago that I can hardly recall..."
Gu Mengyao nodded, not paying it much mind. After all, ordinary people knew very little about cultivators; even if they had heard of them, it was only rumor, and the only ones who ever saw such things with their own eyes were the bodyguards of the rich and powerful. (To be continued)