The Road to Slaying God Chapter 8

CHAPTER 8 : THE MOLDY BREAD

“Hmm  ... help yourself.” Uncle w.a.n.g was taking a nap lying on the couch, his eyes were still not open.

“Oh… “Zhang Yang went and picked up the worn out cellphone from the desk. Because the cable was too old, it must have been there for a long period and the charger was not connected to the power, so the cellphone’s function was minimum.

They said that Uncle w.a.n.g deliberately managed to stay on the guard’s office, where his cell phone was often stolen.  And, only after he exchanged the previous phone with this old one, he never lost his cellphone again.

This always made Zhang Yang wonder, Why not get a land line? It is very convenient to use and cannot be moved easily.

Naturally, Zhang Yang was too lazy to ask about these matters as it had nothing to do with him, he just knew that uncle w.a.n.g has the cellphone. He had never failed to make a phone call before, and this time was no exception.

“Liu Biao …Help”

“What’s the matter?” A lazy but strong voice came from the other side of the phone.

“I’ve got no money. I haven’t eaten anything since morning, come and save me.”

“Bos.h.!.+ Can anyone be so miserable?”

“Ah, Yes, I’m so hungry I cannot even move…” Zhang Yang walked around with a long face.

“Wait for 20 minutes, I’ll be right over.” “No…. 30 minutes.”

“Why does it take so long? I’m starving to death.” Zhang Yang had an intense feeling of hunger in his stomach that he could swallow up a whole cow.

“My G.o.d, you hungry animal! Don’t worry, you won’t die by starving for half an hour.”  The phone hanged up from the other side.

Zhang yang carefully put the phone on the table, his face looked depressed, normally Liu Biao would not take more than ten minutes to meet him after a call, but to his surprise , today, when he actually needed him the most, he’s not available for another half an hour.

“Poor child, open the first drawer.” Uncle w.a.n.g raised his hand and said.

“Oh”

“Do you see a black plastic bag?”

“Yes”

“Eat it! It’s bread.”

Zhang Yang opened the plastic bag, his eyes flickered, but he was a bit uneasy about the color of the bread being grey, he couldn’t help but ask “How long has this bread been there?”

The old man sat up straight with surprise.

“Cough  ...”

“Yes  ... How long has it been..?”

“It seems … about a week.” The old man hesitated as he seemed unsure about the exact day.

“For a week..? “ Zhang Yang was stunned.

“I don’t want to  ... I have to  ...”

Zhang Yang took a mouthful bite of the bread with tearful eyes, he would rather eat the stale bread and get killed than to listen to the old man’s spiritual and mental torments.

The old man (Uncle w.a.n.g) had partic.i.p.ated in the Vietnam War, as a matter of fact he was only sent there when the war had almost ended. The old man didn’t even know how the Vietnamese look, but because of the occasional crossfire in the border the old man was considered as a war personnel. And now, each month he still receives an allowance from when he was discharged from the military service.

Of course, someone else secretly told Zhang yang about this. On the other hand the old man himself was blowing his own trumpet, announcing his accomplishment, basically saying that if it wasn’t for him in the Vietnam War, China certainly wouldn’t have won.  

At the beginning, he also managed to fool a group of students to wors.h.i.+p him as a war hero, but gradually as his words started to monopolize everything, the layer of glorious image that was created in the student’s heart started to collapse. But the elders still did not have any idea about it.

“ How am I going to persuade Professor Li’s wife?” seeing Zhang yang taking a bite from the bread, the old man laid back on the couch and closed his eyes, feeling pleased.

” I think you should take it slow, no one wants to talk about love, when they just lost their husband.”

“Hey! I considered that fact too, but… Still….. , I’m not in a hurry!”

“Then what’s the issue?”

“That fat man from the dining hall, he’s going to Professor Li’s house almost every day. If I do not act sooner, someone else might beat me to it.” Said the old man with a depressed expression on his face.

“In that case... Cough … you should immediately go to her house and tell her that you like her. You should stop fooling around at this age, time is Money. You’ll be over sixty in no time. Every day is a new opportunity.”

“I…. pff…. Who doesn’t have much time..?”

“However, if it’s really like that, I will go to her house after work.” The old man sighed and suddenly spoke in a loud voice and startled Zhang Yang.

“……..”

 Looking at the old man face, alone, the face of injustice. His wife was dead for more than a month now, actually he went to the courts.h.i.+p the night before. Zhang Yang did not have any choice but to pray Buddha to bless and protect uncle w.a.n.g from bad luck.

“…..”

“Zhang Yang, hurry up!” A rough voice came from outside the door.

“Ah uncle w.a.n.g, Liu Biao is here, I’ll get going now.”

Hearing Liu Biao’s voice, Zhang Yang hurriedly stood up and felt as if his savior had arrived.

“Oh ... Okay... Be careful and tell that kid to not walk around all day and night with a bunch of gangsters.”

“Go on”

The old man became feebly again, and the whole man curled up in his couch looked so lonely.

“Uncle w.a.n.g, I’ll go now, don’t keep the fan facing towards your chest. It’s very easy to catch a cold.” Zhang Yang, looking at the old man, that rugged body curled up in the couch, he suddenly felt halfhearted.

“Go.” The old man seemed sleepy, he waved his hand and then closed his eyes.

Zhang Yang did not say anything. He just adjusted the fan to the minimum speed and slowly get out of the guard’s room, and then closed the door.

“Hurry up, don’t slow down like a b.i.t.c.h.”

At the school’s gate, there stood a tall guy, wearing a suit with a white s.h.i.+rt, striped tie, thick eyebrows, eyes like that of a leopard, looked ordinary at the first sight.

A worn out Yamaha 250, entirely covered with grease dirt stopped by the side.

“You ... What are you doing?”