Chapter 1: The Great Adventure of True Words

  The sky was somewhat gloomy in early spring, and it was already noon, but the sun's trace had not been seen yet. Instead, a gentle breeze with a chill blew from time to time, making people feel cool all over. Perhaps due to this weather, the originally bustling streets were unusually quiet, and sometimes when pedestrians came out, they seemed to be in a hurry, rushing past quickly.

  At this time, inside the Zhang family's compound in Jingxingfang, however, there was a completely different scene. Three old men and one servant girl were pacing back and forth around a courtyard, looking like ants on a hot skillet. Judging from their appearance, they must have been gathered there for quite some time, each with sweat dripping from their foreheads. In such weather, this kind of situation was truly rare.

  What's even stranger is that although everyone's face was filled with anxiety, they all kept their mouths tightly shut, not daring to make a sound. Their eyes were fixed on the large closed gate in front of them, so much so that despite the many people milling about in the courtyard, it was eerily quiet. The only thing anyone could hear was the "shuffling" sound of footsteps.

  Occasionally, the eyes of several people met, but they just shook their heads at each other. Everyone was thinking but didn't dare to ask a question: What's wrong with Wu Lang? It had been several days since he last went out. Wasn't he thinking of some new way to play with people again? Usually, Wu Lang treated his home as an inn and those brothels outside as his real home. Not leaving the house for several days was really mysterious.

  Just then, a shrill voice came, suddenly breaking the silence of the whole scene. The four people immediately froze in place, their eyes fixed on the door.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, the door creaked open and a young man in his early twenties gradually appeared before everyone's eyes.

  This young man is very elegant in appearance, with a bright and handsome face, and a standard beautiful male face. Moreover, he has a tall and straight figure, giving people a sense of grandeur. However, his eyes are somewhat timid, which doesn't quite match his handsome and elegant demeanor.

  But what was most striking was his attire.

  He wore a folded kerchief on his head, a narrow-sleeved and round-collared robe with white clouds and flying birds embroidered on it, a red sash tied around his waist, and a pair of black leather boots on his feet.

  This outfit is naturally not bad, as it is a popular dress today, but when worn on this young man, it looks somewhat out of place and makes people laugh and cry.

  Originally, the young man's headscarf was worn askew, and his two soft shoes were suspended in front of and behind him, which was quite dazzling. The sash around his waist was tied too low, hanging down about two inches below his navel, and the few pieces of jade pendants that should have been hung on the sash were not tied up, looking bare and really uncomfortable.

  But the most unpleasant thing was that, very obviously, he had not dressed properly before putting on his red collar, and it was tied too tightly. A brand new silk outer robe was actually wrinkled like an old man's face!

  This set of disheveled clothes and his handsome appearance formed a stark contrast, ordinary people would naturally think of the phrase "crowned with a monkey's cap". Only, the monkey in front of him was just a beautiful monkey king.

  But a few people in the field did not seem to find it funny, at least judging from their serious expressions. After a brief silence, several people bowed and shouted: "Goro!"

  The young man's body trembled slightly at the sound of their synchronized voices, and then slowly returned to normal. His expression was as if he had just confirmed that the people shouting were indeed himself.

  "You, come here, I have something to ask you!" The young voice was still somewhat thick, but the tone was obviously a bit insufficient. He hesitated for a moment, pointing at the youngest of the servants and said.

  Several people in the courtyard couldn't help but be shocked: "Could it be that Wu Lang has been possessed by an evil spirit? How could he speak like this if he were normal?"

  The little servant who was called out had a nervous look on his face, but he could only steel himself and walk in shakily under the sympathetic gaze of his companions.

  Upon entering the house, that young fellow was taken aback once again. The youth was sitting crookedly on the mat, his eyes scanning around as if he found this house quite unfamiliar. Moreover, his posture wasn't kneeling but rather sitting with his buttocks on the ground, and despite still having a hint of timidity in his eyes, he had hooked one leg over the other and was gently swaying it back and forth!

  If his attire was just awkward, then this sitting posture of his could be considered utterly lazy. As a young master from a noble family, if such demeanor were to be seen by his elders, it's unknown how many words of criticism would be wasted on him again.

  That little fellow didn't dare show any expression, and he didn't even dare change his facial expression slightly.

  "As expected, these guys are all afraid of me," the young man's eyebrows slightly relaxed: "I didn't expect to be so scared! I didn't think that I, Zhang Wen, would have a day when people fear me, haha!"

  With a faint smile, the young man named Zhang Wen's eyebrows relaxed a lot.

  "You don't have to stand guard anymore, I'm fine!" Although he was extremely pleased in his heart, Zhang Wen's opening words were unusually calm. Immediately after, he changed the subject and said: "I called you in, nothing else, just want to play a game!"

  "Game!" The young man's expression turned extremely ugly, with a bitter emotion that was evident at first glance. It could be seen that in the past, he had also played games with "Zhang Wen", but those were painful memories.

  "What's wrong?" Zhang Wen asked tentatively.

  That little fellow's body shook, his legs softened, and he suddenly knelt down on the ground, trembling with fear, saying: "No problem, no problem!"

  Zhang Wen was taken aback, and couldn't help but think to himself: "It seems that the previous owner of my body was quite cruel to these servants. Just a simple rhetorical question has scared them like this!"

  Zhang Wenshou thought this little fellow was trying to get information out of him, but in fact he wasn't blind. After observing for a few days, he found that this little fellow appeared in front of him the most times, and it seemed that he should be his own servant. Plus, he was the youngest, so it should also be the easiest to get information from him.

  Looking at the poor little guy kneeling on the ground, Zhang Wen couldn't help but think of his own past life being bullied by the neighbor's kid, being bullied by a primary school loli deskmate, being bullied by the shortest and thinnest "little black bean" in class, and even being bullied by the class teacher's dog. His heart suddenly filled with sympathy: Ah, we're all pitiful people!

  "Speak up!"

  Zhang Wen tried to calm his tone, afraid of scaring the timid little guy. As it turns out, shared experiences create a shared voice, so why must they have met before?

  This little fellow heard this voice, his head shaking like a rattle drum, and he repeatedly exclaimed "I don't dare!" like a pig being slaughtered.

  Zhang Wen was annoyed by him for a while, although he is a servant, but shouldn't he have some human dignity? My god, he's even more timid than me, what kind of man is this?

  "Damn it, get up! I'm most annoyed by people kneeling and wailing!" Zhang Wen finally erupted in silence.

  Suddenly, Zhang Wenhao felt a flash of green light in front of his eyes, and the little servant was standing upright. Moreover, he seemed to be no longer so frightened.

  "It's really their mother's temper, can't be led by the nose and will retreat when beaten. It seems that in the future, they really can't have a good conversation with them."

  "This game is called True Heart Adventure. The purpose is to test your loyalty and see if you have a habit of lying. The gameplay is simple, I ask questions and you answer one by one. If you answer well, there's a reward. But if you don't answer well... hehe..."

  From past experiences of being bullied, Zhang Wen knew that the deterrent force of "hehe" was much stronger than "beat you" or "punish you". The reason is simple: people always have a fear of the unknown. The two words "hehe" represent an unpredictable punishment. The first time he was subjected to "hehe", Zhang Wen felt a little dizzy, and his fear of this unfamiliar world decreased significantly.

  "Yes!" The young servant's voice was trembling.

  "Alright, my first question, what's your name?"

  "Ah!" Before the words had fallen, the little servant exclaimed: "I am a minor official serving under Wu Lang, how could Wu Lang not recognize me?"

  "That's a wrong answer!" Zhang Wen said fiercely: "I only want the most correct answer, but you gave me nonsense, penalize once!"

  His face suddenly filled with bitterness, he whispered: "Actually, I wanted to say that my name is Zhang Bao."