In order to avoid causing trouble for others on the way back, Ethan Fang called a taxi for the old man and went back to find a shared bicycle for himself.
Even so, I changed bicycles twice on the way. Once I was narrowly avoided being hit by a tricycle, and once my tire was punctured.
Fortunately, these bad luck only haunt me for a period of time. If they haunt me for a lifetime, I would rather find a piece of tofu and kill myself.
It was already two o'clock in the afternoon when Ethan Fang arrived at Wuming Temple.
The mouse sat on the threshold of the temple gate, holding his stomach, feeling hungry.
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