CHAPTER 1120: 1198: TSK, IS THIS OLD LADY SICK?

Northwest Wilderness. At some point, the name Ghost Artisan started to spread rapidly. Legend has it this "Ghost Artisan" is a young man, with a cold yet handsome face, much taller than an average man, with a slender and upright figure, but with a notoriously bad temper.

On this particular day, the wind howled fiercely in the Great Northwest.

"Tsk, is this old lady crazy?" The cold and handsome man cursed, carrying a plank, and looked at the woman blocking his way. The woman was about thirty, well-maintained, and clearly from a privileged background. But this man called her an "old lady"?

Behind the man, dozens of sturdy women carrying sandbags and shovels tried hard to stifle their laughter.

These women were initially hired by the man because of the generous wages he offered, but after spending time with him, they found that unlike other men in Dayuan, he wasn’t petty, had a great temperament, and was quite generous. So they started following him around the world, constructing pavilions and buildings, and as the "Ghost Artisan" name grew, these women became friends with the man too.

Facing them, the "old lady" also brought some people. "Ah Wu, you’ve been dealing with sand and stone all day, surely you’re tired. Why not come home with me and enjoy some comfort?"

"Get lost—!"

The man was called "Ghost Artisan" partly because he’s a construction worker skilled in both masonry and carpentry. And partly because of his temperament, akin to an evil ghost.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I’ve already got a master, I’m a married man!!"

The "old lady" opposite turned dark: "Ah Wu, I treat you well, and besides, you’re just a man, working hard to make a living. Even if you have a master, she must be useless, or else why let her man come out to earn Silver."

"Pah!" The man spat, "What do you know? So annoying, get lost, good dogs don’t block the road, I see you’re desperate for a man!"

Then, the man walked forward with a cold face, the "old lady" fake-sighed and waved her hand, the people she brought immediately blocked the man.

The man’s face turned livid, "Oh, you want to force me, huh?" With a clang, he threw the plank off his shoulder onto the ground, and at the same time, the women behind him dropped their sandbags and charged forward.

The man chuckled coldly, "Go on! Beat them to death, hit them hard, if they die, it’s on me!"

Everyone laughed, "Great, our hands were itching anyway!"

So the melee broke out instantly. The hot-tempered man, on the other hand, took out a bag of sunflower seeds from his pocket, squatted at the side, happily munching, leaving a mess of shells, occasionally shouting to cheer for those in the melee.

Suddenly, someone saw the man alone and charged at him, but the man was vicious too. He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the opponent by the collar, and slammed him repeatedly against a big tree until the man’s head was bleeding before disdainfully letting go. "Useless bunch, how dare you take on me with such pathetic skills? You must be fucking tired of living!"