Looking at the sharpened hoe and shovel in his hands, and then at Yu Lao'er beside him, Du Chengfeng sighed and patted the other's shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Yu Lao'er was a bit puzzled; he couldn't figure out what Du Chengfeng was up to this time.
But Du Chengfeng just shook his head.
"It's nothing."
Once more, he patted Yu Lao'er's shoulder, shaking his head and sighing.
After some thought, he still didn't reveal the true last words of Old Yu. Although, in theory, Yu Lao'er did have the right to know his father's last words, the thought of telling this man, who regarded his father as a hero, that his father had indeed gone mad seemed too cruel.
So Du Chengfeng decided to put it aside for now. He first wanted to see what that so-called treasure really was.
