Yang Fan drove alone to Song Xuecai's house; his father being the village head, the family's residence was quite imposing, with a towering building that sprouted from the large courtyard.
The gates were open during the day, and as Yang Fan walked in, Song Xuecai, who was smoking with his upper body bare, emerged from the main house, surprised to see Yang Fan. "You lad, came here looking for trouble today, didn't you?" Seeing Yang Fan, a jolt of instinctive unease shot through Song Xuecai. The events of yesterday were still vivid in his mind; he hadn't slept well all night, continually wondering if he had really been cursed.
"I'm here to save your life."
"What nonsense are you spouting? Kid, this is a village, I can call out and hundreds will come, get out of here now," Song Xuecai retorted in anger, seemingly having a bad premonition upon seeing the young man.
