Trip Mysterious Part 4

By Tram Doan

For three days, every day I used the excuse to go to the mountains for a walk, brought dry food and lunch and ran to Bach Ho's small stone house, waiting all day, until the sky turned dark before returning home.....

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: Jun 2, 2024

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TRAM DOAN

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Part 4

For three days.

The End

By Tram Doan 2024

TRIP MYSTERIOUS PART 4

For three days.

For three days, every day I used the excuse to go to the mountains for a walk, brought dry food and lunch and ran to Bach Ho's small stone house, waiting all day, until the sky turned dark before returning home. He looked strange and asked me if there was any beautiful scene on the mountain that was so special that it made me so nostalgic.

Today is the third day, early in the morning I rushed up to that small stone house, Bach Ho was still the same as a few days ago, bent over the table, wearing a pair of thin gloves, or meticulously polishing , or carefully attaching something. In the past three days, I have never seen him leave there, not even his head raised.

It looks like it will take a while to finish. Even if you put a knife to his neck now, he won't pay any attention to you. Tham Thien Huy, who came with me, said so.

Huyen Ky was bored to death, so he tried holding his Buddha pearl, gave it a pop on Bach Ho's back, and even shouted as if for real: Evil spirits quickly disappear!

Unexpectedly, on White Tiger's back, in the place where the Buddha and jade touched him, a blue smoke was indeed rising. I quickly pulled his hand away, but a circular mark appeared there.

Whoa…. Huyen Ky was very surprised, not because Bach Ho did not react at all, but because of the power of the Buddha pearl.

This is not an ordinary Buddha pearl. Tham Thien Huy said helplessly, Didn't the old man tell you two? This is a jade relic, effective against all demons and ghosts.

Huyen Ky heard that, his eyes rolled around, he chuckled and said: Does that also work for Vu Duong?

Mat Thien Huy hesitated for a moment then nodded: Dieu Dieu too, haven't you noticed that she always stands on your right side?

So what about my dagger? Grandpa just gave the things to us, without saying anything else. It's not an ordinary tree, right?

Um. Tham Thien Huy said, It's thousand-year-old peach wood, and it's not much different from jade relics - Bach Ho can't touch it directly and has to wear gloves. When she first created this dagger, her blood was dripping on it. Only in her hands could this dagger be able to exert its full power. If it were in the hands of someone else, it would just be an exorcist. usually.

Huyen Ky said oh again: Is it like in the novel, the dagger recognizes Thanh Loan as its owner, has spirituality, can carry the owner back and forth?

It's truly a feeling that you accept Thanh Loan as your master. Tham Thien Huy was a little confused between laughing and crying, I'm afraid it's impossible to fly back and forth.

At this moment, I heard the White Tiger roar loudly again, making my ears ring.

Finally done! He straightened his tired back.

Dieu Dieu, who was playing outside the door, heard the sound and quickly ran in, eyes widen curiously.

Bach Ho stood up and turned around to see a few of us looking back. He was startled. Then he twisted his body and couldn't understand why his back hurt so much.

Huyen Ky and I didn't dare to continue talking, just asked him if the dagger had been repaired yet.

Done, done. Bach Ho seemed extremely excited, holding the dagger and giving it to me.

As soon as I held it, I saw that the dagger had become quite heavy. At the original broken place on the dagger's body, there were now two milky white bone-colored objects attached. Looking closely, there was still a slight red glow, and the dagger's body was still inlaid with a small phoenix image, sculpting technique. Extremely skillful, looks very lively, I loved it so much that I couldn't let go.

As soon as Tham Thien Huy saw the carving of the phoenix, his eyes immediately lit up: Thanh Loan, do you know how many people are willing to spend pure gold to have Bach Ho carve it? Tsk tsk…."

Thank you very much indeed. I tried swinging it a few times, the dagger was indeed very durable, and it was heavier so it fit my hand very well. I heard that his sculptures were extremely valuable so I couldn't help but bow my head and thank him over and over again.

Bach Ho reached out his hand to support me, and said a little shyly: Just now there are a few teeth left, I can't do anything about keeping them, just go with it, go with it.

Tham Thien Huy glanced at him, his tone a bit dissatisfied: I just asked you for a few scales from a merchant to make buttons for my shirt, why don't you just go with it?

That object is very hard, it is difficult to grind… Bach Ho explained, obviously a bit weak, the more he spoke, the softer his voice became, to the point of being inaudible.

I also didn't want Tham Thien Huy to make it too difficult for him, so I changed the subject: If the dagger is done, then we should go home.

Tham Thien Huy also knew what I meant, smiled faintly, didn't say anything, but I could see that he wasn't really dissatisfied with Bach Ho, maybe he was just joking.

Bach Ho saw us near the entrance, saying he would continue to observe the formation and if he discovered anything unusual, he would find a way to contact us.

Coming down the mountain, we decided to catch the evening bus to go home. He gave us a basket of eggs and many specialties, and obligingly sent us off to the upper district. Dieu Dieu also wears a beautiful necklace around her neck, woven by her aunt herself using old wool yarn for her.

On the way, I asked Dieu Dieu why she could turn into a cat to talk but wouldn't talk.

It's not a refusal. Vu Duong from the side scoffed, Sound transmission is a waste of energy, and she's not good at it. That bit of magic power can only be said a few sentences before it's gone.

Dieu Dieu didn't pay any attention to him, turned around and curled up on Huyen Ky's body, dozing off.

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